January 29, 2011

Green spears of iris poking through the thawed ground. Radiant day, most of which I spent either in the studio painting or on my bed napping with the cats. Tharmas rules. I did write fairly in the dark of this morning, a long poem, but that seems so long ago now as to be part of another day.

“Wait” is worse than “no.”

Was going to the opera Brundibar, but my tickets turn out to have been for the matinee. I noticed just as it must have been letting out.