Clouds hugged the mountains all afternoon, and they turned orange at sunset, making me crave sherbet. Sherbet had not been on my shopping list. I made do with a tangerine frozen fruit bar.
Then I opened a book and it devoured four hours. Oh, Jane Austen, reaching out from the grave to make me lose track of time!
In lieu of a real post, Jo Stafford's 1960 recording of the Ellington-Strayhorn-La Touch jazz standard Daydream— not quite as good as the Ella Fitzgerald version, but very nearly.
