Before I heard

I wake up with everyone alive and it appears (it pretty much is) a good day even though  I have a cold. The spicy lettuce mix had a growth spurt, the russet hummingbird is back defending the red feeder, our resident California thrasher fans a modest amount of fallen olive leaves across the steps. No, I was not crowned queen nor did I have a cold sore (so in balance) a good day with a frittata for supper. But there was something (now that I look back) that hovered (as flashes of a coming migraine) as I moved along the day. Was it up to me to count all the chickens of my past or present (could I have felt that wind of her passing?) before I heard the news.


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