Thank you for the surrogate mama "applications." I hope my job description isn't too daunting. Corky, Wyatt Earp, and Buck Moss have promised not to ride any squirrels through the house bareback while you're here.
A late summer afternoon turns to evening here in the City of Angels. I'm watering the young trees. Watching the hummingbirds motor their way to the feeder on the front porch. Writing large and small thoughts in my journal. Little moments of being awake in the world. On a Thursday. In August. Over here in North America.