it's not tomorrow yet

But it will be soon.

I had a nice day, after lunch.

I wasn’t in any shape to think this morning, so I didn’t. Lunch was disaster.

I unpacked another box, a big one, full of sfuff. Lots of pictures, not only recent photos from my photo app, but also old pix from earlier days, family relatives and my children and parents and me too. And then piles of news, clippings and review s of my books or articles or talks and ads for those, and letters I wrote from Europe to our children after Bill and I had moved to Stratford and we went to Britain and then later to Europe to explore theatre, a necessary education. It was fabulous then and very time-consuming now, I read everything. iI’m not finished yet. The box isn´t empty.

What will I do with it all? It’s valuable to me but not to anyone else.

I’ll think about it tomorrow.l

too much

I didn’t turn out my light until 2:30 a.m. this morning. I woke ten minutes before final breakfast time. I didn’t shower. I dressed and went down and had to invent breakfastl. I had a hard-boiled egg—a sad invention.

I’ll sleep now, and come back sooner than you expect me.

Anon.