a small pleasure

 sitting here reading Ours by Phillip B. Williams, and hear coyotes yipping in the not-too far away distance

 today is all blue skies and brisk breezes.

remarkable

while driving to work, i am thinking how i have lost myself as a person, lost touch with my center. how i am not able to get things done. i go to work, yes, but is that all? where is my joy and creativity? reading, yes. visiting a brewery. the vegetable garden. but there is a hollowness that i cannot climb out of, that i want very much to heal.

and then, a wild thing happened when i got to work. a surprising thing. i found myself in a fantastic mood, filled with happiness and jokes and some giddy joy i was pleased to share with those i encountered. one of whom was poet Michele E. i had just started reading her new collection Purl this morning, and brought it with me to read if i had a chance. she signed it for me, with a personal note. i vibrated with excitement. 

when pulling into the driveway coming home from work, there was a possum! i stopped so she could do her thing, telling her how lovely she is. Greylin was also peeking up out of the culvert by the mailbox, LOL cute, silly boy. i told him to come on up and get his dinner.

 in an absolutely amazing event today, something went right.

perfect day off

 Lorraine came to visit today!! Four hours of wonderful conversation. Felt so incredibly good.

 May Apples!!! so very many May Apples.

a rough day

 woke just before 3:00 a.m. to pee, and after getting back into bed felt profound fear pertaining to what is happening in this country. finally got back to sleep, but since i woke up i have been dealing with persistent self-loathing.