December 6, 2024

Irked to see starlings ravage the bird feeders. I’ll have to develop the same tolerance for them as I have for other immigrants. 

When I’m writing productively, as I am now, it seems that I have no other life to record here. It is the happiest and least problematic life. 

Resentment of long car trips (such as to AVLGMC rehearsals) revolve, I deduced, around fear of getting my lovely fresh car damaged. 

Endless congestion, unremitting hoarse voice. 

Absurd cold. Went out to do errands, whined and clutched my coat tight the while.