I slept in until noon. I sat watching an Oprah movie for 24 minutes and I couldn’t take it anymore. It was July 9th. Midsummer. You cannot spend your day off of work in front of the tv in the house under the roof. I needed to be outside.
The bee balm was ripe for the bees. Artie played a dangerous game.
Pipi knows better, always.
Birds were flying, chirping, and calling. I sat and listened to the quiet Sunday night. The smell of my hung outside tshirt made the evening even better. I missed my spouse-elect.
Pipi continues to improve and was quite restless today even after the pain pills that can be used for sedation.
I remained aggravated and angry at myself for not going for a walk in the glorious world of summer. It will be gone so soon.
I heard the first cicadas today. A sign that summer is nearly ending.