Rain wakes me at 7 a.m., the day before Christmas. I decide to read Joan Didion with coffee. She died yesterday. Later I will read Slouching Toward Bethlehem . This morning I choose her essay on Ernest Hemingway, Last Words.

There will be fried potatoes and green chile for breakfast.

Cowboy ate his kibble and found a warm place in my bed.

One thought on “Rain in the morning

  1. Bill Thomas says:

    Merry Christmas to you and Cowboy, John. All the best to you in the new year. Your posts are well done. Keep ‘em coming.

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