May Grey in Postcards 4

Democrats this morning. She wants me at 10 to give her time to get organized. I can do 10. What I am having trouble doing is remembering what to say on the phone, and how to not kill other’s on the freeway. I drove this route every day, to and from, for years, I took the bus up here on days that got dark early…and here I am making a fuss about the drive.

Dinner is already purchased for tonight.

Cancer Society tomorrow. Perhaps the sun will come out tomorrow. None of us here know what to do with this May Grey that’s not June Gloom.

• Himself: Subrogating happily.
• Herself: My friend Claudia has a lumpectomy this morning.
• Reading: Gilman.
• Gratitudes: That I am here, that I can still drive, that my finger is healing, that I don’t have to drink. Given a little time, I can make this list endless.