August 10, 2025
Dwelt on the porch last night watching the full moon traverse the sky. Moments of ecstasy.
Decent weeding this morning, not the plot I intended to weed, but in need nevertheless. Hummingbirds throng my plants. I must subconsciously have planted them toward that end.
F sent a list of corrections for the play, which I made. I simply do not see typos– have to look hard sometimes even when they’re pointed out to me.
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