Month: August 2005

Hot hot hot out at the house this morning. Parched grass. Big black turd in the driveway – it’s been there a few days. Perhaps coyote? Genealogy on IM with de and phone with Mum. Beginning in January 2012, Smith

Notes from Tuesday morning

Remembered to take my pills and bring my breakfast muesli, but forgot my bag with my phone and wallet. Driving down Mopac – the unbearable sadness of Miles Davis’ trumpet (‘When I fall in love,’ from plugged nickel) gives way