This has been a great month of April.  My sister and eight-year-old nephew came.

To me, from Melbourne.  We saw.

The Canyon.  The museum.  And Wupatki.

They left east as the second week began.  To see.

Other places and faces.

A widely scattered, diverse family.

I love them dearly.

But, I was worn.

Then, ten hard days.  Like the first eight weeks of disability.

Too worn to stare beyond the walls.

But, ideas came.

Voice recognition, I am learning to love you!

And I now have folders, labeled for all my concepts.

Ideas filling them with story.

The narration of my ideas is now.

A slurpy concrete.

Setting, in mind.