it would be nice to have some genuine sunshine

Another very busy day. I wasn't the only one complaining, either.

. . . now all I have to do tomorrow is post present for father, look for summer sandals, look for nice clothes for meal in good restaurant for father's birthday next week, do regular grocery shop, continue sewing on quilt, get some writing done . . .

Perhaps I should just hide my head under the covers instead. There is a strong temptation. But they say the weather's going to actually be nice . . .

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Cities and Thrones and Powers

Cities and Thrones and Powers
Stand in Time's eye,
Almost as long as flowers,
Which daily die:
But, as new buds put forth
To glad new men,
Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth
The Cities rise again.

This season's Daffodil,
She never hears
What change, what chance, what chill,
Cut down last year's;
But with bold countenance,
And knowledge small,
Esteems her seven days' continuance,
To be perpetual.

So Time that is o'er-kind
To all that be,
Ordains us e'en as blind,
As bold as she:
That in our very death,
And burial sure,
Shadow to shadow, well persuaded, saith,
"See how our works endure!"

-- Kipling