Never got dressed yesterday. Had breakfast (ice cream), finished the book I’d been reading (ALEX AND ME), and watched four buzzards across the lake take turns nibbling on a squirrel carcass. They were mannerly birds, like four friends having a tailgate party before a game, or maybe they were off to a movie. Something with ghouls in it no doubt.
I’d promised Sandy I would run an errand with her later in the day. Instead I went back to bed. Can’t seem to shake this bug.