I missed a party last night. I failed to celebrate the solstice. I´m having another sleepy time, can´t seem to focus. I don’t think it’s the weather. It’s me.
How are. you?
Do I care?
I’m trying.
Not enough. I’ll be back.
Don’t count on it.
longest day of the year?
Will you count the hours? Or pick a good one?
The day isn’t over, I’mI happy to say. I did a lot this morning. I wrote a long catch-up letter to an old friend. I did my laundry, finished and folded and put away. I sent in a grocery order to be deiivered tomorrow. I caught up with some more NYTs, reading on the balcony. I browsed some old movies.
It’s too late to swim now. I haven’t thought about dinner. I have thought about this evening. I sorted out some more files and I have a BIG box—too heavy for me to lift?- Hope not—I’ll start on it tonight. Mjustn’t stay up too late. See, I always go too far, do the wrong things.
I should quit while I’m ahead.
We’ll see….
Tomorrow?