Fast

Day got away from me again. I barely noticed the sunlight and the blue of the sky before night swallowed them. The storm might as well have stuck around. I'll try to do better tomorrow. Down in the valley the winter fog has arrived, and they'd be happy to have some sunlight. All I have to do is stick my head outdoors—when I get a few minutes to myself, at any rate. Though now that I think of it, I wouldn't mind a day or two of nice, restful, gray fog. Too bad I can't trade places with some wan denizen of Chico.

Anyway, it's late now. Here's this:

( Sunday Verse )