You Would Like To Fly

Life Magazine, August 1944.

I travel like a hot house flower so I took today off from work. It's been hot and sultry and sunny and cloudy and dry and humid, and after 2, I became One with the couch. This evening, rowing was like an out of body experience. Even the cats lay on the attic floor with their paws up, groaning, "Mama, you move too much."

It's possible I hallucinated that.

Tomorrow, I go back to work. We're expecting the arrival of a heat wave. I've laid out clothes for cycling. I shall miss the couch.