The clouds stayed mostly over the valley today, so it was sunny here and I didn't have to get wet going shopping. Even better, tomorrow is supposed to be warmer than today. I don't know if it will be warm enough for me to have the windows open, but that would be very nice. Today, despite the bright sunlight, was still very chilly, and the furnace has been cycling on with worrisome frequency. The warm air rising from the vents pleases Portia, but then she doesn't have to pay the bill. She purrs, and I calculate what I'll have to put off buying so I can pay a larger power bill than I'd expected to have. It must be fun to be the cat.
The Wind, One Brilliant Day
by Antonio Machado
The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
"In return for the odor of my jasmine, I'd like all the odor of your roses."
"I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead."
"Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain."
the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: "What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?"