March 11, 2024

Up early, dark, as when I was working. Wind rattles the attic doors.

Finished The Premiere before it was light.

First gardening of the year: pulling up a tithe of the infinity of English ivy. Bending over healed the soreness in my back. Remember that. 

Finally looked at a file my sister sent after she had rendered our old home movies onto video. Devastating, those old faces, those old memories. I couldn’t watch it all the way through, but will go back bit by bit. First take-away: I was perpetually embarrassed in my own house. Second; I miss my dog Bimbo more than is justified by the passage of time.