March 21, 2025

Bach’s birthday. Can’t think of what I did all day, but planning dinner for L and J was part of it.  Effulgence. 

More Face Book comments on the passing of Sweeetboi than any other of my postings. This makes me glad. Considering how to honor him. A play? Fiction? A dance would probably be best. Maybe I should tell the full story to A and see what she can do. I run it through my head, and it’s a dance.