dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Saturday, July 23, 2016


Ming and H have been up on the roof for a long time working on the swamp cooler.  I thought it would be an easy fix.  Maybe they're having a wrestle.

I just knocked out a few emails.  Taking care of business.

We have a party this afternoon, a potluck.  We are famous for bringing juice that no one wants to drink.  Will this happen again?

Again I'm chugging cold water trying to get undehydrated.  Summer is repetitive.


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