Just the other day I was worrying abut the absence of crickets this year, and earlier tonight I went out and heard one, chirping very faintly some distance down the bike path. It is the one cheering note the day brought. I felt sufficiently celebratory that I sat in the backyard and drank a can of ale, but the ale was not as enjoyable as the cricket's song.
Last night I finished reading one of Armisted Maupin's novels, and now I think I'm going to start reading a collection of Scott Fitzgerald's short stories that I somehow never got around to before. They are going on a hundred years old, which makes them not that much older than I am, though I certainly feel older these days. Maybe reading them will make me feel younger. I doubt it will, but at least I can legitimately feel less dead than the people who read them when they were first published.
I've had some popcorn, and now I will have eat chocolate before going to sleep. I've been watching Depeche Mode and New Order videos on YouTube. That should put me in the mood for a story about flappers. I used to think that the day would never come I'd spend my life in the shade of the morning sun.