It was cooler this morning when I left for my walk, but I walked beneath a cloudless sky. And what a treat it was to let the impressions of my environment trigger my thoughts while I walked instead of the obsessional thinking about my miserable life that occupied my time for the past few days.
I picked up my new glasses. They are very sparkly—well, no jewels but great colour. Now I want a pair with black rims. I am turning into the Imelda Marcos of glasses.
It's June—not even mid June—and there are large tracts of lawn in the park that are brown already. The lawn looks like it usually does in August.
Now I am off to do our antepenultimate show.