Thursday, December 22, 2016

December 21, 2016

Longest night.

Before 10 AM I had worked out hard at the Racquet Club, written a Canto, baked a batch of cookies. Autumnal warmth for the first day of winter. Everyone at the gym is friendly enough, but there seems to be no pushing past that toward a deeper relationship– probably because I go so early in the morning, when everyone is strictly business. You know a little of each enough to make some guesses.

Questions from the director of Night Music show how careless I am capable of being, but also elate me, because SOMEONE is paying close attention.

Maud makes tiny sleep noises as she naps in the slash of sun beside my desk.

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