February 19, 2026
The goldfinches are getting back their summer color.
Both recent afflictions, the fiery red of phlebitis and the less fiery red of hemorrhoid activity, abate. Some.
Ancient dream of the first day of school. The University was a cluster of tents. I didn’t know where my office was, or what my schedule was, and all ways of finding out seemed to be blocked. I asserted myself by stealing a chair to use at my desk, when I found it.
Accepted a Facebook friend invitation from JF. He was once the most beautiful man in Asheville. He isn’t anymore.
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