November 16, 2024

I may live my life having experienced only one President younger than myself.

Planted hibiscus and lupine, mulched, came within one box of yellow trillium of finishing the garden. 

However things are with my health, massive afternoon naps are still the rule. They team with vivid, sometimes quite habitable, dreams. 

Each night I think I’m going to have something to say about the election. The tsunami has struck, drowned everything it could, now slowly withdraws. Analysis will likely be impossible until one has stood on dry ground for a few minutes.