The fog rolled in tonight and it was just glorious.
When does autumn start again? I am counting down the days. In the meanwhile, an ice cream truck rolled down the street today. An ice cream truck. I haven’t seen one in years. It was pink.
I am still feeling the effects of my double header weekend. Still tired. Even my friend noticed tonight as we broke bread at her place. As I type this, I feel like nodding off. No Netflix for me tonight. But with the foggy Berkeley breeze blowing through the bedroom window, I will sleep like a kitten.
Wednesday, August 24, 2022:
Theresa Donahoe 