… as i am walking i remember in this morning’s chapter of The Bell Jar, a picture of a woman is described, a black spot on her face, four months later she is dead it is explained… we are not told what it was but i know and i hurried on and tried to forget… i need a skin exam to be scheduled with my doctor, i am way overdue…

… i also thought that i need to rearrange my Z meeting with J, as we need to absentee vote today so it is done…

… i think that the expected rain has not materialized and the garden will need tending… i am glad we are setting up a watering system…

… the sounds of Fishkill Creek burble gurgle by… birds calling back and forth… i am alive in this moment…