Couldn't get my mind off work, so went in & did some. After that, got a hankering for pie. Drove to Bashista, past attractive 3 family for sale on Pleasant Street in Easthampton. "First of season- peaches, apricots," got some peaches, not quite ripe, fresh out of apricots (pity, I do love them so), hot peach pie, blackberries, cider. Having pie with T, wishing I could share it out to lost comrades as well. Wartime, after all, what did I expect, a free happy ending?

Was wondering while driving why the people I love most so often seem so terrified and in so much pain. Hard world to be perceptive, empathetic & thoughtful in, I suppose.

Eating blackberries.