Someone says hello walking by.  Couldn’t remember her name.  She tells me, I pretend like I remembered, not sure why I did that but I did.  Probably not wanting to come off as rude, or forgetful.

Notes on day, written earlier, “…Tuesday had the personality of a grocery store aisle — endless, fluorescent, trying too hard to convince me that cereal was a spiritual experience. I wandered through it anyway.  We all wander through it anyway.  Human beings are remarkably committed to pretending they know where they are going.

Stopped for coffee.  The cashier looked at me with the expression of a person who had already seen twelve tiny catastrophes before 9 a.m.  We nodded at each other with the silent understanding of commuters and gamblers.  Yes, we said without speaking, life certainly is doing all of this again.

Outside, trees were leaning around in the wind like they had old secrets to tell and bad knees from carrying them.”