Today my hundred year old tree received a clean cut on its injured branch so it can heal nicely. I tried to keep my mind from going to all kinds of metaphors about clean cuts and clean breaks and the like, though obviously that’s hard for me to do.
I went to Houston and had dinner with old friends. Their house is full of art, some of which I made. It felt good to have the company, and was a nice trip down memory lane. On the way home, the GPS guided me towards my house in the Heights, which I do occasionally miss, instead of my little place in Montrose. What in the Mercury Retrograde is going on?
