July 3, 2021
Poured ammonia under the shed to convince Fat Boy to move away. The minute I did I was filled with remorse, sat on the back step crying about what a bad host I am. Four rabbits cavorted in the garden in the evening light, and I felt better about everything. Party at J and L’s, for L’s cousin and his boyfriend visiting from NYC. Handsome, shapely gay boys. We laughed and ate. There has not been such a time since last March.
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