March 5, 2020

Hung a few saved paintings in my upstairs office. Went to the studio and redeemed my soprano recorder and Peniel. Lamented that more daffodils were planted than have shown above the ground. Last details before Ireland. Realize that it has been forty years since my first trip there, a goodly span. Stephen waits till the last minute to send directions. Fortunately, I know the area. Sat across the street from what would be his apartment writing The Beautiful Johanna.  It’s all well..