My head's in a fog this morning. Kate is out of town down east (Lewes, DE) for a couple night retreat and I never sleep as well when she's gone. I think it's because I crash on the couch so that Kooper (who never comes up to the bedroom's top floor) and I can commiserate together as we doze off. But the dozing is less so on the couch.
The other fog this morning is a few blocks east over the Potomac. The remnants of the still-cool River water flowing south through the moist, mild air that is settling in. Mild yesterday except for a brief burst of a thunderstorm just as I got home from work. And just as mild today.
Kate will be back on Thursday. Until then it's just Kooper, Lucky, Zelda and me. Maybe we have a mouse or two. I don't know. Wishful thinking I guess. I think city folk have rats rather than mice. Mice are cuter. Not that there's anything wrong with rats. They are very smart in their own way.
Friday we venture north to Pennsylvania to listen to the latest music gift from our granddaughter and her violin (on Saturday). Should be a quick but nice trip. We'll be traveling Friday evening late over the mountains in Maryland and Pennsylvania. So, hopefully there won't be too much fog of the head or air variety.
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.