Gray heavy sky. Rain due again. I will run out between showers
and transplant kale into the new bed. That’s my agenda for today. I need
inspiration or stimulation, something to break up the resistance and the blahs.
I went through my documents looking for something to remind me that I’m a
writer. No, Dusty memories of days when words flowed. Rueful sad scenarios that
I can’t quite catch flash in my mind in the middle of the night. Come back
Muse!
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