August 16, 2018

Mike McKovitch is dead. At the reunion he was sweet, and concerned about the nasty note one of my students had left. Maybe he was sweetening all before rising to go.

Maud fell behind the washing machine, and instead of thinking of a way to rescue her, I melted into despair. Called Will, who took the door apart, moved the dryer, and fished her out.

Cantaria has accepted Jon’s proposal for a Christmas commission with my text. Pleasure, yes, but mostly surprise. I would like to have heard the discussion from the Board. I wonder if Barry was there.