I don’t know what to share lately. Here is what I had for dinner, here are some things I bought, here are scraps of notebook jottings.

David used to say that a summer was over if you didn’t at least start doing the things you planned to do This Summer if July 4 came and went.

No sewing or knitting projects, no issue number two, not even any cakes to bake and decorate for some spending cash. No Big Books read, no poems edited, no great distances traveled, and academic aspirations shuffled aside because I’m not ready because the books are in piles, not sorted after two months of sitting on my floor, cat hair everywhere.