November 24, 2023

The Y was smelly this morning. It usually isn’t. A murder of crows screamed in the parking lot. You looked around to see what had agitated them.

Vowed not to shop on Black Friday; nevertheless, brought home $100 worth of birdseed. 

Sat by the river in the afternoon, drinking my limeade and remembering things past. Wrote a little. Thought I saw shovelers on the far side of the river, but I couldn’t get a sufficiently precise image. 

I miss my cats so much. I think I see Maud approaching from the corner of my eye. I feel a tangle in the bed and make sure not to kick it lest it be a sleeping cat.