I had no Internet connectivity when I wrote this post and the prior one, so I’m posting them now. This one is from Sunday:
I open the window and smell wood smoke, leaves and sharp, clear air. If clean has a smell, this is it.
I boot up the computer. Still no Internet. It annoys me but less than it did last week.
I open TextEdit and start to write. Yesterday I read a book I bought two years ago. With no Internet, I’m plowing through my accumulated Kindle books.
The mountain view through the bathroom window is hazy blue, with low clouds filling the valley.
I hear other people in the house stirring, in other apartments. In my apartment there is peace.
I make the bed, smoothing the duvet so it looks welcoming again.
I start water for tea, steaming hot in the cool air.
I leave my socks off so I feel the brick floor rough under my feet. I like feeling each step as I take it.