Young.

While I took this picture, another goose made his awkward way over the grass, using his wings to help himself balance. He was missing his right foot; his leg ended in a skinny stump. I didn't take his picture, even once he'd found an uneasy balance and begun eating grass from the corner of one of Trinity's lawns. I did try to feel his pain. This group preened and preened; no one went near the unsteady one.

It's true: I did tear up a little at the end of the Sex and the City movie, even though parts of it didn't thrill me. The ending got me almost as much as the ending of season six.

So much fatigue today. It rains and rains. My head is full of goop.