Dreamed I held a baby last night which is good since the number of times I’ve held a baby in my life can be counted on both hands. I didn’t drop it, just held it and wouldn’t let go. I whispered down into its head, towards its ears, but I couldn’t hear myself speak.
Leaving again. To Maine this time. Trying to get all my running around done before the doctor puts the bolt on the door. When I return I’ll be a hundred and four. Or thirty-four, really. Cake will have been had; a little song will have been sung.
Enjoy dwindling summer.