February 12, 2026

Twelve years in this house. I turned off the space heater (having read an article on the fires they cause) meaning I’m now trying to write in a freezing attic. 

Sat in Starbucks reading Swann’s Way while Iris cleaned my house. What power in Proust, to make one genuinely interested in the minutia–often enough disagreeable– of his life. 

SS having trouble casting Purification. My inner self shrugs his shoulders and says, “Well, of course!” 

Missing AVLGMC dress rehearsal tonight, as I can’t bear to be at the Valentine’s Fund Raiser tomorrow night. There are points at which too much bother is too much bother. Bother is a young person’s game. 

Looking forward to a night of revising, and then hot mint tea before whatever’s left of the Olympics.