March 6, 2008
All the world was reflections this morning. The sun was shining over the roofs of all the cars of the valley. If it sounds like William Carlos Williams, diary, it's because it should be. Now that I think about it, it reads more like Cormac McCarthy. Anyway, I woke up this morning with the phrase "astronaut avocado" pounding around my head like so many goatskin jai alai balls in Miami of the 1970s. I'm not sure where I picked it up, but it is likely that I will not soon drop it. I may head down to my local Sherman Williams dealer and see if they have it in their color robot.