2011-02-22 - 10:00 a.m.
numbers of pages have been cut or torn out flying
as i stretch and turn the dough, does the bread assume the ache of my hands?
in the morning, i put the laundry on the line. i can make coffee and do this math. i can make a tiny replica of that other life, stitch by stitch, perfect in miniature.
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reading: notes from an old class.
listening to: my quiet friend and the new postdoc discussing eigenvectors in the hallway.
working on: lining up hundreds of thousands of tiny colored squares.
in the garden: tonight we expect a hard freeze.