I am still tired and fighting a cold. Let me record some items, without the pressure to make one unified post. Maybe it will be a poem in the end:
--The president cancels a summit, no need to talk, no need for a Nobel Peace Prize, no need to travel to Singapore.
--I dream of labyrinths I've never walked before.
--A tropical disturbance in the Gulf--and so it begins. Again
--A cold claws at my throat. I didn't have anything important to say anyway.
--A man who looks like Vladimir Putin with a crew cut takes pictures of the underside of the bridge. Is he a terrorist or someone who appreciates the machinery of a good bridge?
--I thought I was buying a box of wing nuts for $5. I bought a $5 wing nut. It doesn't look significantly better than the cheaper wing nuts.
--We battle an infestation of mosquitoes. We have moved the bug zappers inside.
--I've invited a robot into our home. It vacuums until it gets stuck under the cedar chest.
--The hydrangeas are much needier flowers here in the tropics than they are in the gardens of the Carolinas.
--I want fairy cakes and champagne, but I'm a sensible girl. I eat the sturdy beans that you were saving to plant in the hopes that you would get giant stalks.
--The student thinks I am a vet, but my English Ph.D. will not help her with her questions about x-rays and skeletons.
--There is a volcano of grief and rage bubbling under the surface of our society. How great the wreckage of these men.
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