reading the new season’s knitty magazine, a much anticipated pleasure.
listening to “Time of No Reply” now the heat has died down.
reading the New York Times for as long as I like.
listening to the hum, rattle, and shake of studio
a short reprieve given that I am somewhat sick, stressed, bug-bitten, and so forth. I suppose that means the semester has really begun again. I couldn’t have gone on being perfectly content forever, could I?