I realize that I never speak of politics here, or the war. It is not, as it may seem, that they are not on my mind. I watch, read, and listen to the news — no doubt more than is good for me. Anyone who knows me in "real life" would tell you that I hold strong opinions, and articulate them well. But not here.
And less often in general. Is it age? Illness?
Despair?
Yesterday it was 78 degrees here, a record high. I sat in my garden with my notebook. I’ve hardly had a pen in my hand since I began this weblog. Noisy spring, birds and squirrels courting and quarreling, a wasp cruising the edge of the pond.
I think it may be time to ease off here a bit, go back to paper. Go outdoors; go inside.
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