Monday
Rain all morning. Reread the opening of The Dispossessed and remembered why I love it: the wall, the function of the wall, the fact that it depends which side you are looking from.
Wednesday
Tulips opened overnight. I had forgotten I planted them. A small, unearned gift.
Friday
Started Berger’s Ways of Seeing again. The kettle whistled three times before I noticed. Sometimes that is what a week is for.