December 3, 2009

And when I rose this morning and went to the Y, the moon was round and huge, set in a sky momentarily flawless.

It looks like I’ll be summering in Cambridge this year.

Critcher sends me the annual Christmas toy. What a sweet touch from the past!

The school day and finals and reading papers and the unfolding of Michael Furey take up almost all my energy. I can barely press the keys. I’m due to see a vampire film with friends in a few minutes. . .