Spent an afternoon pruning the front rosemary bush. Underneath this fragrant creeper were hiding a few snails. This made me very sad to think of it. I use to get all excited when I found a snail- I usually peel away the shell and feed the poor exposed snail to Meatball. Now that I find a bounty of three sleeping snails and no turtle, my heart is hollow in bits.
Tito Schipa keeps me company while I wonder why certain repeated actions in tiny tiny motions bend and shape the heart, while others repeated thousands of times can leave almost no imprint. But now I've swallowed too much nostalgia and have become useless for anything else.
Yesterday I finally setup wi-fi in C's studio. C was so happy he gave me a big smooch. Even nerds get a little action now and then.
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