Stand in the sun, soak the day’s rays. Observe semper virens. Gaze upon Tamalpais. Rescue the recycle bin. Wait for Silby’s sister returning from Phoenix. Visited friends in Mill Valley on east coast time didn’t utilize stimulants and found myself with the Trappists’ Chimay slouching, one leg over the arm of the white couch and another on the thick coffee table, man in the smooth rocking chair his wife in the opposite, her new published work on the table in front of us, their infant son to sleep without a fuss, extremely unusual he’ll sleep through the night solid, weird given what we’re used to. Poured last night some streets flooded Interstate 80 shut down zero visibility snowfall measured in massive accumulations of feet, and somewhere along Big Sur Highway One closed as usual after major storms. Scuba divers survived tsunami in the Indian Ocean interviewed on cable. Watched because visiting sister’s house a special treat, possibly, and Navy wins a bowl game, followed by another bowl game, and another, as the death count rises above a hundred thousand.
