November 26, 2016

Napped on the couch while the cats were napping in the slash of sunlight pouring through the south windows. When I woke, I saw a pale figure couching over the cats. He had been playing with them, and they had been responding. He rose and walked toward the dining room, and when I turned to look at him, he was gone. I have a ghost who plays with the cats. How could it be better?
   
Put peanuts out, and in an hour had a yard full of crows. A certain number of crows becomes a little alarming.
   
Finished the revision, then went back into the manuscript, removing or changing more than100 uses of the word “was.”
   
Ran into Alex and Tom at the High Five. One moves forward inexorably. One has been stalled for thirty years.
   
Forgot to mention that the painter Chuck Close was one of the guests opening night at The Great Comet.
   
Tried to buy a coffee table. What wasn’t too expensive was hideous.
   
Not having to read the Intercessions at church tomorrow seems a mortal reprieve.