It was near 80 degrees last night as I lay in bed waiting for sleep and I heard in the alley and street the loud and distinctly resonant voices of folks in mating plumage walking to the Quick Stop next door. All that hollering back and forth I shall not miss. This morning we await the movers who will move the big stuff that we used to move ourselves. Later- Took a break this afternoon and sat in a rocker in the new place. The quiet was stunning. I heard a wren singing. First calm I’ve felt all week.

And tonight the almost-full moon.