Tuesday, January 30, 2018

shuttle, change, licorice

* Up at 3:30 am to drive a friend to the airport shuttle, the fresh unblemished air cool on my cheek. I think that I might fall asleep at the wheel on the way home but, no, the beauty of changing traffic lights  keeps me alert--although I miss a turn and reconnoiter an alternative route. Home to dog grooming and no nap until 1 pm.

* I change around the room and thus I can sit and enjoy a different perspective. (And access a bookshelf more easily.)

* Black licorice.

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