June 17th

An absolutely perfect day –
I can see the snow on Mount Washington and think of my Dad skiing in the summer.

Some anxious thoughts follow on the heels of an unsettling dream:
am I doing enough to protect the innocent?
how can I let a monster into that particular story?

I will re-assert control over my world by organizing the August calendar;
August is sufficiently far away that it will not take offense at my trying to organize it.