Into the taper

Heavy rain woke me. Grit teeth, sleep to alarm. Sky clear clear, big smile. Venus & co not up yet – good chat with Alpha Centauri, my beacon since childhood. Cascading memories, flaring poems. Forgot to count the hill repeats. I know I did 6, hope I didn’t do 7. A 40% increase would be too cocky – oh, of course I could have done even more.