January 9, 2020

Poetry at the café, then a brief trip to school, where I realized I didn’t have to do my syllabi just yet. Retrieved my two Christmas cacti, which have not been prospering in my office window. Repotted them and set them in the dining room. Cleaned the pond drain. Cuddled Circe, which causes her to purr. Realized the Virginia Woolf biography I was waiting to read is mostly crap. The Phil Mechanic has again changed hands. Have been happy so far all this year. I put it down to kissing correctly at the stroke of midnight. Amazed at how long I can sit in some public place and not see anybody I know. It didn’t used to be that way. Brilliancy dividing the day with storm.