Crows are cawing and traffic is roaring. I slept very well  but not long enough to my taste: i woke up at 6 or 7am.

I am more and more anxious each weekday morning because the news will hit us one day or another...

The birds are there,discrete. Truck backing alarm  is heard. Crows chat.

It is now almost 8am. I am still in my robe and nightgown. I do way more exercice these days. It is good, truly. And I sleep 9-10 hours daily. I smoke less cigarettes as my days are shorter. I dont spend much at all apart from smokes. the occasional coffee iced latte light iced one shot...