I thought it was Sunday but there was no NYT at the door.
‘Think Saturday” ?
No proof. Not Friday, John didn’t come last night.
He has Covid.
But then my groceries came early, well before 8 a.m.
I used to be able to think.
I’ll think soon, I hope.
inexorable
The days--they do go on and on. It’s today now and I’m back from the hospital and I am tired. I made fresh coffee and then I am going to have a nap and then I will think about the rest of the day. Not now.
Stick with me, kid, and I guarantee you a boring blog every day.