January 19, 2016

Did not leave the house on Monday. Did not even open the door, but sat either upstairs bundled or downstairs bundled, or unbundled in the bedroom where all the heat goes. Today seems even colder, but one must at last be out and about. Worked hard on the Hiram book, hauling it past a rough spot. Most of the weekend’s agitation was over nothing, a lesson not fully learned, as the Monday agitations are upon me and I do not bring past experience to bear. Except I do, a little bit, standing off from my own tribulations, watching them as if they were another’s, maybe the least bit amused. DJ gets our hotel reservations for Denver. I’d thought–even half hoped–that something would prevent my going, but nothing has. Yellowish gray dawn.