I look for the deep yellow of their lights through the window.

Another foggy start to the day.

The checker isn’t wearing a mask. On our way out, I glance back at the door. I don’t see the sign. We stop at Model Bakery. Again. No signs on the door. But everyone inside is still wearing a mask. I am confused.

I sit in front of the fire and write and write some more and think about reading, but know that there are other things that need to be done.

Fairly certain I could eat a ham and cheese croissant every day.

That alone was exhausting enough.

Always behind on laundry.

The turkey vultures are gathered around something that is now unidentifiable.

How very, very persistent he is.

Rice Krispie treats.