We used to live in Atlanta and now we don't. I think of that on days when it gets over 80 degrees and I feel unable to do anything outdoors or in. Tonight it isn't even that hot, just, slow and summer stalled.

I was eating strawberries when I realised they would make prints. I ate more strawberries.

There are other things I oughtta be doing, I suppose. Writing the stories in my head. Reading works of major or minor literary import. Mourning pop stars. Making pop corn. I don't know.
I'll just make another strawberry print.