April 2, 2014

Taking delight in my new house, as I was almost afraid to do, lest some jealous spirit be watching. I think that I’m not superstitious, but then things like that come up. . . . Sitting in the sun on the front porch. A few windows open a crack last night, the furnace off. The week before, rehearsal was called on account of blizzard. Gobbling up my time off from the theater like a glutton.