Spring

 

lest we forget

     Now that the epoch of the frozen world is over. One's locks are blown back this evening by warm breezes from the southeast over the Ocean through Shelton, Elma, etc. The robins seem to be mating or something. They are fat and fidgety. In the morning I hope to walk out into a better place.

    During the dark time there were some bright spots: the last supper at the Big Werzbowski, Jokinen's 55th birthday and new year's eve event with real fire rockets presented at 9 by Dexter for the olders who had the earlier bed time, or so said S, the new year's day polar bear dip for which I provided transport if not encouragement or validation. I often get a whiff of Jonestown at these mass masochistic happenings.

    Got two letters from Merck at the same time, one warning me that I needed to apply for the immunotherapy course and the next congratulating me for acceptance into the program for 2022.