January 13, 2017

Days ruled to some degree by anemia. Always a bit lightheaded, a bit uncertain. Violently ill last night after eating a meal of rice and artichoke hearts. Too much? Too fast? Just one of those things? But I spent the day satisfying a fresh urge to get my house in order. Bought wine and another Victorian table. Changed the location of the table ten times before I was satisfied. Still not completely satisfied. Re-situated the houseplants. Began a new play, inspired equally by The Pilgrim’s Progress and Goethe’s Faust. Continued progress today in the High Five. Watched Finding Neverland last night, a great movie, and the last time Johnny Depp took the craft of acting seriously. Not ready for class, and not especially worried. Listening to the songs of Alfonso El Sabio. Set out my solar garden lanterns. Weighed whether to clean the leaves out of the frigid but crystal pond, decided against. Would move on to some other task, but Maud is sleeping on my foot.