Doing a load of laundry, can’t remember the last time I woke up and rather than going to the keys or journal I dashed for closet gather worn articles and toss them in the noisy thing. Entire day ahead of me, the my Caddis day tomorrow. That drive and the vineyards with the window down swearing I can smell the leaves and clusters and soil in the rows, cover-crop too.
Music in thoughts after talking about Pink Floyd’s Crazy Diamond last night with Dad again. More of it, soon.