Tuesday, April 20, 2010

It's blowy and dark and evening coming on. I'm going for a walk before I get called back to my mom in labor. Without this kind of weather, sunlight is impossibly boring. Like southern California. Snore. (No offense, SC).

The writers flock tomorrow. I have a tattered old poem to take. They won't know the difference. We'll eat hummus and cookies and drink wine and laugh a lot.

Right now the wind is making noise in the trees, whirring noise. The sky in lowering. Ah, yes.