Thanks to Stephanie and others at Publix last night.

Today is a meditative state, one’s will spinning in a side swirl off to the side of the main current.

Laughing at myself for making up conversation to fill a future story’s chapter excerpt about clicking sounds on a telephone and pretending someone would care enough to record both the conversation and discussion on the telephone.

Making retirement entertaining for self, if not anyone else.

Watching the forest canopy grow dark under thick clouds.

Remembering friends from the past.

Establishing new memories.

Keeping reality to myself, seven letters to call my own.

Feeling rhythms and wondering which ones are worth writing about.

A-U-M-A-U-M-A.