June 7, 2011

Continuing heatwave/drought has me in the garden hosing and hosing, just hours before withering for some of my beleaguered charges. Rained for maybe a minute yesterday afternoon. Pulling gigantic weeds with roots big as my wrist. Dig down with the trowel and twist. Tiny tiny mosquitos leave wounds the size of nickels. It’s a jungle out there.

DJ and I watched A Room with a View and sighed for Florence.

Obsessed with finishing the revision of Night, Sleep, and the reworking of Love and War, now both, for the moment, accomplished. I can record life when it’s just life, but when I’m writing, hard, that energy gets sapped, and there is nothing on these pages to remember the hours by.