Diary 73

Diary 73

Saturday, May 30th

Given the ghastliness of the news we took a long walk and discovered parts of the river that I had never seen before in the past 30 years. It’s deliciously beautiful, open, and fragrant even with a face mask.

These days I have to check the early morning news before I post, just in case anything ghastly has happened since I wrote my diary…

Make no mistake, I am not ignoring the racial tensions currently being stoked by our “president”. But I do need to be renewed. 

As an old lifer in Walpole prison once told me, “If they get you angry then they’ve got you exactly where they want you.”