February 25, 2022

Did a turn writing thank-you notes to people who had pledged. I picture the poor souls’ consternation when they try to decipher what I wrote. 

Tried to escape the cleaning lady by going to my office, but a giant delivery truck blocked the entire parking lot. Drove to the Woodfin Riverside Park, where huge rain made it best to stop and wait a while. I wrote a poem. It is uncomfortable writing in the car. When the rain slackened I found I was being visited by a beautiful black cock. He gleaned the wet earth a little, flapped his wings and crowed. The river had risen perceptibly when I continued on. 

Return call from my new mortgage people, responding to a call I made THREE DAYS AGO.