I have no idea…

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That’s not the name of a book. I actually can’t right now tell you what I read last weekend. I started a book by a British writer, female, youngish I think, just last night, and the title has numbers in it, but…that’s all I got.

My head, it’s full. You know how with old radiators they got clunky with air sometimes and you had to let off some pressure by turning a knob? My head, it’s like that. It needs a knob I can turn to let off some pressure. It’s full of clunky air. Clunky hot air. Maybe I just need to go to bed earlier?

Or maybe I need to snuggle some cats.

Or maybe I need a field of blooming flowers.

Or a warm sunny rocking chair on the front porch.

Or a new pair of clogs.

Or good news from an old friend.

Or children who go to bed the first time I tell them to.

I wore no jacket this afternoon on the way home from work, when I picked up the boys, when I fetched the mail. It was glorious. I forget, every year, how weighed down I become by that heavy expanse of wool. How light I feel when I leave it behind.

I promise to return next week with pithy remarks about clever books. But for now, I think I need to watch TV. It’s just that kind of day.

 

 

 

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