There will be Idaho.

Well, the people, I meant to finish a little film about insomnia, but it is still in progress ("not finished"), so all I have to say for myself is

• my roses are starting to bloom,
• their fragrance and color are making me swoon,
• we have begun the yearly ritual of distributing the water to the roots,
• Bruiser loves his walk,
• I read and wept over Gilead,
• I have a poem for my writing group on Sunday, and
• we are going to Idaho for a quick swing, so my dad and mom can show us the ropes of opening it up for the season.

Idaho!