morning

Yesterday evening I txted with a friend for an hour who I had never txted with for an hour.  It was fun, and fun is underrated--especially when we talked about grackles.  He'd had a pet grackle named Ruffles who liked to eat bees.

People are liking the book.  So far like four people, but that's four out of four.

It's 6:11 and the world is waking up.  I can smell morning coming through the open window.