July 23, 2024

Typing on a new computer, the old giving me unmistakable signs of exhaustion. Adam, who transferred my files, plays drums in a band. Set up everything with only the usual temper tantrums. Half the glitches were my inattention. Half weren’t. 

Stomach muscles sore from the dry cough of Covid. Seems to have abated during the night.

Screech owl in my dogwoods in the darkness.