Fog down to the ground, eerie light, cold. I will bundle up
later to walk to the farmers’ market. Hope there are still pears from
Kerbyville. Then what? Don’t want to sit all day. I could clean out the book
shelves. Been waiting for a rainy day but since we don’t seem to have any in
the near future, could have it for a fog day. Could peruse recipes and find
something new to fix. Could zentangle.
And color.
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