Porcupine of Trill

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We went for a walk this morning. It was cloudy and dark out, with no apparent intention of lightening up any time before going completely dark again. But it was not too chilly, and not raining, so whaddaya want. The blue scylla are starting to come up in the woods. They are still folded up in tight little buds. The creek purled along over the rocks with its happy babble. We sat on a stone bench and watched it until our Sitzfleisch got too cold. We saw a hawk again! It was pestering some small birds who were probably glad when we arrived and scared it off. It flew up into a tree and ruffled its feathers irritably. "Go away, wingless bipeds. You bother me. Let me get back to my hunting. It's noon and I haven't had breakfast yet." I talked to my old friend from PA, who is feeling much better.

When I pulled out some books for my friend here yesterday, I noticed that I have several books about how to form good habits. I kept them because I felt I had not yet put them to good use, and I might still want them. But today, I started to think about it, and wondered if I actually want to have good habits! Maybe I don't. I like to surprise myself, and of course what I like most is to do what I want when I want to. Ah, but that's the real trick, isn't it.