it is hard to write here, because of the weather. writing at yaddo in the summer was hard but I felt fancy and everyone’s making each other feel fancy all day so maybe that make up for it. though almost everything I wrote then has been cut or buried. I just left myself instructions for tomorrow. my brain feels so fuzzed out. I am not used to waking up squirmy with bug bites, that slightly puffed feeling in my inner ear and throat, the histimine flavor or whatever it is. I remember longing to be nocturnal. I could check with spouse see if she’s up for it with me. ┬ámaybe we can try it for the month of august. wake up, take the dog out, fix dinner, watch the sunset somewhere nice, get to work. too bad she’s always doing stuff on the phone. go to bed as it’s getting misty.

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