I had spent many hours sitting down as my junk-drawer hour became hours and hours. I finally went outside of the door after 4pm and saw a human face over a cherry pie and a cup of coffee. A baby across the table swung her arm and her ceramic plate broke in half on the floor. My empty plastic plate was still on the table. The sky is high. Spring is here. I went to the studio, took pictures, strolled back home, and did some writing. That's it for today.