I was up about 3:30 this morning for the usual reason. On my way back to bed I suddenly couldn’t remember whether the word was spelled “enviroment” or “environment” and I couldn’t rest until I’d A) posted about it on Bluesky and B) looked it up. It’s not helped by the way most people pronounce it (at least around here) “en-vire-ment”. Anyway. At least it wasn’t a nightmare this time.

 Something interesting yesterday which nobody but me will find interesting. I’ve been reading a series of posts on Lit Hub from writers in Minneapolis, reflections on the ICE occupation there. (Yes, I haven’t mentioned it before and no, I’m not going to go into it. It’s too enraging and at the moment it’s taking up at least 80% of my daily news feed.) Yesterday there was one written by David Mura. A name I hadn’t thought of for quite a while, but one I knew. He did a one-week residency at the junior high when I was in eighth grade. He must have been in his mid-twnties back then, so he’d be in his sixties now, or early seventies? That was almost 45 years ago, so it’s not like I could recognize him from a current photo. But I’m pretty sure it’s the same guy. He singled me out as one of the most talented writers in my class, so I could hardly forget it. I haven’t read the article yet; I just thought it was an interesting surprise to come across something posted online, from somebody I’ve actually met, that isn’t on social media.

Listening to: “Wild Montana Skies” by John Denver, Milk Street Radio, “Cherish the Day” by Sade

Watched: sense8, Simon & Simon

 I had quite a productive day today, for a change. Dusted the den, made a necklace, and caught up on my journal typing. Too bad tomorrow’s Thursday; I could do a repeat.

Listening to: “The Turtle Dove” by Alice Nicholls