going thru some preliminarily sorted (how I kid) — uncovered several old handwritten, good poems. will add them here next couple of days.
Not too hot here. I could smell sawdust coming from next door, they’re putting in a new kitchen.
Still reading Wolf Hall, love this book. Texture of life then, texture of Cromwell’s mind.
Ulcer leg pain and peripheral neuropathy not my best friends today. Oh well. so it goes. God bless you all.