July 24, 2026

Rolling thunder, the voices of treefrogs from the fence line. Bad day. Many naps. I wonder if it is really that chorus issue that brings me down. I do think about it and grieve over it. As with the UNCA Humanities program, I saw a beautiful thing on the brink of ruin, and chose the wrong way to bring it back, or the right way and merely failed. Ray of joy when I was seated at the downstairs desk and a rabbit (looking oddly red in the light) scampered into my grass. I rejoiced because I felt he was now safe. I didn’t go out into the lawn because I wanted him to feel utterly undisturbed.