More reading than I expected—unearthed more. And I’m watching the 6th game of the World Series. It’s kind of a ritual. Bill had always wanted to go to a Series. By the time we could have gone, he was gone. So I watch the Series every year, no matter who is playing, as a memorial gesture for my husband.
happy november first
-and a whole fresh heap of files— a few manuscripts of a few books, unpublished, to be finished (again?); piles of clippings, good for blogs, all to be read before used; bits of diaries, mostly mine, written when I was too far away from my journal. It took me the entire day to read what I decide I still have to read. Lots to share. Great way to start a new month.
Tomorrow.