Wake up at 2.30 am. Again. Flip the pillow to the cool side. Fall asleep. Again. Dream you're in a long, dark room (a bar?) that's crowded with people wearing grey overcoats. Through the knot of grey, see Seamus Heaney (not in grey). Poke the shoulder of the person next to you and point out… Continue reading Thursday November To Do list with Seamus Heaney
Pedants will tell me that it's not officially winter yet, but let's not quibble. Zero degrees F on the thermometer this morning, snow and ice solidly gripping the ground, Elliot the blueberry bush up to his neck in snow, another nor'easter roaring up the coast tomorrow. Let's call a winter a winter. Today I watched… Continue reading Time passes. Listen.