Tuesday, March 4, 2025. -0.2* Dawn.
Things that must be done went to bed with me not making room for the book I’d been reading, the changing plots the new characters--I could not decipher anything. Leg cramps ended little sleep at 2:30—must’ve been running in my dreams. The planner, the organizer, the director.
No rings of CO2 rise to toss for dogs to retrieve. I hold my breath, 'assume the three breathe naturally. Zsolt took my dust cloth; didn’t chew it. He likes my things, soft things – flannel shirts, winter hats. Cat-like puppy didn’t want to be held, now too huge to sit on my lap he wants to.
Tonight: ice for one hour proclaims the weather forecast, subject to change unlike taxes.
“When the cares of my heart are many,
your consolations cheer my soul.”
Psalm 94:19 ESV
Photo: LJ Austin
