I watched myself this morning.

It was raining, so I had this big bump on my chest — where the camera hides under my jacket on wet days.

Stopped to chat with a crow that flew into a small tree and tipped its head at me.

In the park, when I bent down to pick up my dog’s poop, I noticed
raindrops on the bare dandelion, so stayed bent and took some pictures.
Explained to the dogs that they would just have to be patient and wait
for me.

Coming home, said good morning to the waiting squirrels. Visited with them a bit as I filled the feeders.

I could have told them that five thousand humans died yesterday in an
earthquake, but I knew they would not understand; no more than I
understand my own grief when I find one of their little bodies, stiff
and ravaged in the grass.

Other than that, I’m perfectly normal.