The incense smelled up the kitchen. I hope the dogs dont mind. Hubby is upstairs anyway. Room magazine turned down a great biographical story of mine, on living homeless in toronto. I dont understand why they think this is not something worth publishing. It is a mag for marginalized people and disabled people. Oh well. Fiddlehead is reviewing three of my works.

The birds are singing. I saw a junco with billy's hair in his beak, picking at it on the deck before flying back to its nest.