January 18, 2020

Kyle’s birthday at Rendezvous. Festive. The best brandy Alexander I’ve ever had.  We stayed far too late and the staff was kind.

Maud rustling around in the furniture, finding secret cat ways between shelves and drawers.

Bitter day after our lingering autumn. Sat in High 5 beside a couple who took shelter there because, apparently, most of Woodfin lost power early this morning. He had the most beautiful hands, huge and strong. They looked underused turning the pages of a book.

Good painting, though Elizabeth came with the news that we are, at last, being evicted. Do I soldier on or not?