May 18, 2024

Sound of Tony mowing on the first day in a week he could without running into rain. 

Avalanche (or at least a trickle: an avalanche in comparison) of praise for A God in the Water.

Save the dates and times of parties and get-togethers, let the date pass, delete the message.

Thunderstorm. All the windows that J just showed me how to open must be closed. 

Finally clearing out the gust room closet. I’d thrown comforters and bedspreads there willy-nilly, whereby their folds became the nursery of generations of mice. Testing to see if laundry removes the stains.