Off the Cliff

Feast or famine, today was well over 8500 steps, what with up to cleaners with winter jacket and home, over to super for onions and gyoza and home, down to library to return Network Effect and pick up The Fox Bride and home, over to laundromat and back to super for dinner and back to laundromat and finally home. Towels and face cloths and jacket and red sleep hoodie all clean, now that I've gone to the (thin, 25+ year old) white hoodie I use in summer. 

Cherry blossom storm in the morning breeze,  tree stripped of its flowers for another year. Might explain the day's melancholy, or maybe it's just May.