Day 452
Gosh, summer has arrived. It’s nice right now: the cat and I are swimming backstroke in a big big pool of quiet. Herself is at a seminar about the color yellow in culture, and it looks like cupcake is out dancing. The roads are slow with sedans pulling caravans full of blond children to plant potatoes. The city is overrun now and again, this weekend by hundreds of doe-eyed, dreadlocked wastrels here to get baked and jump around to music. The vines are beginning to ripen, because the sun is finally out. The dogs, they pant.
