i woke late, really missing my boy. we're not afraid of the unknown, we're afraid of the end of the known. 

 i started reading utz again. i started long ago after songlines and it didn't take. chatwin is soul good though, i wish he could write us a new one.

 the roofer's are finally gone. we still hear machines but distant ones. we hear the birds and the wind. the wind blew the bathroom door shut last night and the cats were staring at it. this morning the wind sucked the fire door open.

 i'm just going to take things as they come, as easy as i can.

 i wish you a golden day.