April 23, 2019

Shakespeare.

Truly heroic gardening. Digging, planting.

Truly heroic writing, mere pages from finishing the Hiram book, the title of which is still up in the air. Today’s task was the one of starting at the beginning, plowing through knowing what I know now,  building the bridges, filling in the potholes, straightening the way. Something bothered me before which doesn’t bother me now, so I suppose the effort was a success.

Usually only the janitor and I are there when I arrive for my morning class. Yesterday she was singing a Ukranian song as she worked.  Evan says he hears me singing in my office, but I never remember doing it.