My own cliché

Somebody once told me that the last people who were fair game for being badmouthed were those of us who are not morning people. I work best at night, and now that my son is old enough to drive himself to school (hey, he says he goes there), I don’t have to be up at Continue reading My own cliché

Sluggish

I watch NASA scientists on Devon Island pretend to be on Mars. I wish I were going with them, but I doubt that’s on the list of possibilities for this lifetime. I am a slug. I have not read today. I have spent the morning doing physical therapy and picking up Eddie the Cat from Continue reading Sluggish

Wrens!

This morning, half conscious, I heard wrens outside the window. Wrens! Carolina wrens! The fact that such a volume of song can come out of such a small animal. Spring must be here. I and my camera must find it. (found this good picture here.)