this morning, dark after i woke. the ground wet from whatever rain we had at night. i let the dogs out quickly before the rain came back, and a good decision too: as they were coming in, the first heavy drops started to fall. since then, it's been raining hard. my sump's already gone off. i'm glad i got out to the garden yesterday, picked the ripe cherry tomatoes before the soil was too wet to get in. those plants always such a great decision. for the last few weeks, the equivalent of two containers from the grocery store, every week. having them with cobb salad tonight, on toast with avocado and pancetta next week.
i finished a chapbook i won't name, excerpts from a longer piece of fiction by a poet whose work i really admire (i guess i like his poetry better). i've got another book i'm trying to finish, and a few minutes before i need to go down to my basement and start the work day. maybe i'll read a few more pages before i do.
the dogs are snoring on the couch. i've got two sips of cold coffee left in my cup. my hair's a mess. been showering, but waiting on washing it till tonight, so it can be in a good state for the gig tomorrow.
a funny august. hot then cool then hot then... better get used to it, malachite. though at least, for a day or two, the grass will look lovely and lush and green.