Swim at noon, listening to Frank Sinatra. Water, sun and Frank: sensory overload.
Walked to post office to mail a postcard order around 4. Sweating on the way back:) It was hot!
This date used to mean something to me. It was the day Elvis died. It was the day my (ex) mother-in-law died. It was the day I got fired from The Victoria Advocate. Long ago. In another life.
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