January 2, 2022

Spectrum installer here, after my failure to understand the installation directions came to the edge of, but did not quite result in, a meltdown. Everyone helpful. People working on Sunday. Harley the Installer is big, dark, with piercing blue eyes over his mask. Someone on the radio said that a dark man as first visitor of the New Year is good luck. So be it. 

The year seems old already. I didn’t leave the house. I didn’t write the poem I had intended to write. It’s all right. Tomorrow looks like an opening curtain.