blog on its way

I’m going to tell you a story. After breakfast. It’s already 20 to 8 a.m.

I’ll be back.

late again, all day

Yes, of course it was a lovely wedding, and the remarks, tributes and toasts to the bride and groom were lovely too—better than an obit because they were hopeful and not conclusive.

But I am tired and that will do for now.

Nap time.

The whole day may be a nap.

Later:

It was. I never achieved speed, not that I ever do, but today was sloth. I was too tired to make or drink my Sunday martini.

Finally, when Matt left, I cleaned the kitchen and loaded the dw and had a small Fractal and a small glass of red wine—still unfinished, but I am going to BED.

Read someone else’s blog.