Fog lifting over that field, the word “shroud” comes to mind. Some deer off at the far edge, “frolicking”. No other word for it. In the far distance, more deer jumping – the word “bound” comes to mind. Except then my eyes adjust and it’s just hillocks of grass coming into focus. Coming into focus, each one looks like a deer, boing.

Anyway. Busy, otherwise. Secret work stuff, unfortunately. “Secret” here being a euphemism for, for, the word “boring” comes to mind.

My daughter had her first troll yesterday. I’m so proud.

World, world, world. You are so nice. You must get tired of people sometimes.