lots

Gmorning. Today our friend arrives from the southwest. She will come by bus. I'm wearing yellow. 

Last night I wrote a poem in the middle of the night that I really like. It's called "apple."

I had a dream I got arrested, but not by cops. It was some other kind of arrest. Maybe by aliens. My friend J was freaking out and crying. I tried to comfort her. 

Now Ming is at his doctor trying to get a paper prescription and we'll probably miss the vigil. 

Lots to do!