December 18, 2020

Revised The Prince in the Tower. The deepest revision was needed, of course, in the very first story. I do sabotage myself. 

Wishing for someone to see my beautiful Christmas trees.

Sedentary, isolated, having to look at the clock to see what time it is. This is not a complaint. 

The New Yorker sends a rejection for poems submitted four years ago. 

Ordered taco salad delivered, barely put a dent in it. 

Kit sends a beautiful mug in the color I favor most.

Trying to remember if I’ve been out of the house this day. I think not.

Found Samoan song on the Internet. Didn’t know there was any. Lovely.