January 15, 2026

Threatened snowstorm is, to the minute, no more than low and leaden clouds. 

Feel of a string of automatic days– not a bad feeling, but one of expectancy.

Coffee with A. To hear his adventures is to realize just how much I have deliberately reduced my life to hoard time for working. I could let up a little. I could go to the occasional show, the random party, so not every name that is mentioned to me is unknown. When I mentioned that I am seventy-five, his astonishment was gratifying.