First day in a long time I haven’t put a word on paper. Stayed up all night, restlessly awaiting a thief who never came, then rose early in a bleary attempt to sell all the things on the lawn he didn’t bother to steal. No time to write.
Spent the day saying goodbye to things that had outlived their usefulness. Some that had outlived their grip on the heart. Farewell to all! Bon chance! Arrivaderla! Tomorrow, as Mr. Milton said, “…to fresh woods and pastures new."