Today was a complete waste of time I could have been writing, or doing the other 20+ items I need to address.

Three attempts to rise and ready myself for a Friday Fun Day we’re aborted. Instead, I remained in bed watching documentaries with Bart Ehrman, US History, and another dash through IN THE HEIGHTS. I don’t really feel I wasted much as I was still learning new things. To me, that’s critical.

The deck, at 10:30 PM, is comfortable yet humid with no air moving. A single cicada belches its greetings, perched on the Rose of Sharon bush beside the deck. The sky has been a wondrous display of large dramatic clouds.

I’m listening to a Ruth Bader Ginsberg audio book, IN MY OWN WORDS. Inspiring.