It’s biological urgency that penetrates my sleep, but I roll over to look at the clock. Squinting without my glasses I can make out that it’s … Seven-thirty something.Continue reading “Inauspicious beginning”
Here in the Northern Hemisphere, it gets pretty dark pretty early, in December.Continue reading “Clumsy is as clumsy does”
I started every day last week feeling like, at least it’s Friday.
I was right once, of course.Continue reading “A week of Fridays”
It is late November and I am totally unprepared for there to be a major holiday. Mentally I cannot put my head in that space at all.
In that respect, it could be virtually any year of my adult life.Continue reading “One way in which 2020 is just like any other year”
Missing the adventure of winging to some far-flung place, seeing new sites, meeting new people.
Missing the casual ease of popping over to visit my folks, the quiet pleasure of inviting them over for a meal, maybe a show watched together…Continue reading “Missing”
Maybe it was the recumbent bike.
Maybe it’s the way I sit all curled up.Continue reading “Wounded knee”
For my marathon medal to stop looping through the eastern seaboard and get delivered to me…Continue reading “The tension of waiting”