Saturday, August 10, 2024

One World - Many Timezones



 





I don’t feel like myself until I sleep two or three REM cycles in the middle of the day. Considering the feral, crabby, disappointed self not as real as the considering, making, night owl self. Here is why: for 16 days my hours were busy. Then this happened:











Back to the garden.










Thursday, May 2, 2024

Thursday, March 28, 2024

Sunday, January 28, 2024

Tuesday, November 7, 2023

Unbidden

 





I spilled tea on a rug the other day and rinsed it and put it outside to dry where it got rained upon. The rain rinsed another stain out of the rug and I remembered a fellow from San Diego who used to say he allowed only the purest rainwater  to wash his car.





Sunday, October 22, 2023