Resolved: to make a dent in the pies of paper on my Paper Desk, as opposed to my Computer Desk which is in my office. I’m sure I will make some discoveries (unpleasant ones, no doubt). While you wait I’ll give you the first verse of that poem Warning by Jenny Jospehs:

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

I love it.

Today really is January 6, and there will be a lot to say about this day in history, but I’m tidying up my yesterday first, to explain how i got caught up with other writers and ideas. The day is not over. I have to talk about Marcus Aurelius and Elaine Morgan. And Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

I checked her first because I was thinking of age quotes. Here’s one: “We turn not older with years but newer every day.”

So then while I was hunting for my copy of the anthology—I’m pretty sure it was an anthology—with Warning in it, I came across Meditations by Marcus Aurelius (238-180 B..C.) and grabbed it with a sudden desire to re-read it; And then, searching through my feminist writers, I picked up another favorite to re-read, The Descent of Woman, by Elaine Morgan (1920-2013). There goes the day.

I’ve been reading two books at once and trying to plan dinner— a flatbread pizza, using up goodies in the fridge. I’m running out of time.

Newer every day. I wish.