July 21, 2020

Heat wave continues.

Watching my groundhog, wondering if we can co-exist.

Down at the river looking at old, hand-written journals where I could go on page after page, reasoned, passionate, fully legible.

Thinking of the unexpected and unearned luck of the administration at UNCA. The fact that their incompetence already sealed its fate will be lost in greater issue of the pandemic– like a trash fire obliterated by the fall of a comet.

What held me through the first five months of the pandemic will not hold me much longer. Must find new energies, new resources.