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10 p.m. and I'm yawning. Not a good sign. Recent poems: "Þimbleberries Þieves (Thimbleberry Thieves) [178.4] " "What cannot die survives [5zm]" "Fifty years later her wrinkles still laugh [6]" But I'm toast when it comes to doing anything beyond cooking, eating, washing dishes. Right now that's my whole life. I shared elsewhere: "I'd love to sit down with all the lovely people I once knew. I think some of my friends would consider me intelligent ... but I know better! There are many types of intelligence I lack. I've cut back on the book of faces. Still check in but I needed a break. It'll be more important when I travel. My traveler friends care little about my writing. My writer friends care little about my travels. The people I know where I live care little about either. My family cares even less. 39 degrees at 11:30 and warming? Not that one can tell... The heavens must've heard ... a minute of sunshine. Beverly Clearly (1916-2021) died, age 104. https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/beverly-cleary-legendary-children-s-author-who... Another day of 'not caring'? I don't dare lay back down. 44 degrees at 2 p.m. So far a lost day. Need to write, read, something. "Not giving in [7]" "Dwindling [8]" 4,143 |