Went looking for beauty yesterday. Needed to flush some adrenaline from my system. Started on the back porch in the morning.

Went to the doctor’s office yesterday for bloodwork. Didn’t need it. Got a flu shot instead along with an exchange of words with a patient who thought it was none of my business if or how they were wearing a mask.

I closed a bank account the other day, actually a credit union account. Seems an inconsequential and rather ordinary thing to do.

I like little things, the minutiae of everyday life. Take yesterday. I found a possum foraging in the garage for food.

I’d like to write about something other than my wife but given that its only 90 days since she died, you’ll have to excuse me, maybe even forgive me.

A friend, who lost her husband once told me, nights are the worst. I listened and gave whatever comfort listening gives. But inside, I thought perhaps it was an individual experience.

It’s maudlin time. I was looking at a picture of me and my wife. It was taken on the occasion of a friend’s birthday. It was outside. There was a band. A table with tequila.