Six Melodies

I'm watching The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill for the 8th time, hot water bottle on my belly, hanging in chat, shaking off a cup of yarrow tea (boy, that stuff really *is* mildly psychotropic!). I had a bath, listening to John Cage, read a chapter of a book about Brian Eno, and wrote my busy sweetheart a love letter.

What are you doing?