January 16, 2008

Tom e-mails that he has a son, August, born January 14th. I think that is an auspicious name.

Brown-gray sky, that we are told foretells a winter storm. I am meant to drive to Ohio tomorrow. I don’t know what makes me think that anxiety will change one thing. Spent most of the afternoon curled up on the bed with the cats, soaking up a store of comfort for a comfortless time.