Porthole

2 days till May.

55 degrees and warming up at 10:10 in the morning. Got up later than I should've. I'll see Angie today and Travis but need to arrange something to take down to the dumpster before I venture out to see friends.

Eating an egg salad sandwich. Coffee. But feeling faint. Not a good sign. I really can't go back to bed.

74 degrees (warmest since autumn) at 2:22 and still rising. It seems warmer in spring of course than in autumn. It's been a long time.

Talked to Angie. She's part-Greek and from Butte which explains quite a bit. Missoulians aren't near as friendly.

Took down old papers. I did go through them first and found a newspaper photo taken in Tromso on soldag. I hate how I looked that day, but whatever...

Scored bread pudding and grapes when I met with friends.

Still 74 at 4:20. Perhaps some haze.

I did get some more done. Even rechecked my broken coffee grinder when I found some old unground beans ... before I threw it out. Fussed with it, now it works.

Made fresh coffee. Ate the bread pudding. Washed the grapes but ate just one.

Entered a poem into "Poetic Traditions Poetry Contest "  "Regression" 
and into Taboo: "We are Yellow [42]" 
Worked on silkpunk.

65 degrees at 9:15 p.m.

Didn't get to see Travis

So much to do. I need to clean out the fridge but I want to do it when I can take the bag out to the trash. Tomorrow is soon enough.

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