i woke in the dark to the sound of falling rain, a sound that augers well for naps, but not a day spent reading cards at the new hartford arts festival. by one-thirty, chilled to the bone, i packed it in. not that i like being a quitter, but as the song says, you got to know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em.
around 230, the sun came out and libby and i took the puppies for a deliberate march up and down the drive. now Beloved is putting a new coat of paint on the new dining room and i am thinking that that nap idea i had at 6 AM still sounds pretty good.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.