Week ending

The sun finally came out today after
many many many many many
days of gloom
and brought a sweet lovely breeze along with it
so I walked all the way home
after "Exit the King" and now I am
waiting for my pizza to come (screw you, princes),
and didn't even mind
missing out on Cary Grant this weekend because
New Jersey was nice and cozy and blessedly quiet
and I stayed at the house of old friends who
served me dinner (made to order),
and slept in a tiny bedroom with a
creaking wood floor and listened to
the rain drop against the windows
and the fan spinning far above my head
and this morning there was
challah french toast for breakfast—with cinnamon!—
and a lazy, gray-faced Golden Retriever
napping at my feet.