I took my Power in my Hand – / And went against the World – Emily Dickinson (Poem 660)
Sunday, July 9, 2017
The drive home was punctuated by one dead deer and smatterings of a coyote. Very sad. Then an accident. It's clear that driving back and forth for hiking is full of possibility for rough encounters.
The younger boy is stuck on his computer. I hope he is working on his portfolio.
It is too hot to eat. The geraniums in the writing room are very dry despite the fact that I watered them before leaving for the mountains.
Well I'd better go look at the list of work for tomorrow. It's all a big list of stuff to do.
Sometimes I wish I could clone me into triplicate.
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