A sunny day that became a cloudy day. We are in this cool spell. Our high was 56˚F.

There ought to be a name for the process of constructing an alternate version of yourself who lived and died before you were born. I'm thinking 1890-1960. That could change slightly.

Sal Piro died, which made me sorta sad. Or wistful. Or something ( Read more... )

A sunny day. The sky too blue, but it's better than clouds. Our high was only 50˚F.

I tried not to think about Geoffrey today, but thought of little else. A line, something he wrote, from our last email exchange:

So I wish I were healthy and wealthy, because then I’d come find you, because I’m probably lost with you, but I’m definitely lost ( Read more... )

Coldish and cloudy some today, sunny some today, especially now, as the sun drops below the horizon. Currently, it's 53˚F ( Read more... )