The sky is just beginning to show signs of light. The sound of crickets fill the morning air. Sitting outside, on the deck, the cool temperature (63º) does not feel as comfortable as I expected, thanks to the absolute stillness of the air. If I weren’t so lazy, I would go inside and flip the switch on the fan. Mi novia is sitting nearby, trying to feel better but failing; she slept very little last night, due to a nagging viral infection that refuses to go away. The doctor’s office told her to give it time. Bah! There should be drugs to completely alleviate her symptoms.

My one-finger blogging is not going anywhere. So I shall stop trying.

Today is my mother’s birthday. She has been gone for many, many years…considerably more than half my life. It seems odd that both my parents were not too many years older when they died than I am now.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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