We have snow today. I began to think catastrophically. Not because of the snow. The snow was very pretty to my boots. I went to yoga class. We had a substitute teacher. His favorite words were “wonderful” and “excellent.” Someone farted in class twice, and everyone gently pretended not to hear. I taught a lot of kids the words “felicity” and “forbearance.” Those were the vocabulary words that interested me most. Go figure.
Play Oregon Trail. It’s so important to play.
“From Lucy’s mouth and cheek came the fresh fragrance of her violet young being.” – Herman Melville, Pierre, which has a cover on Goodreads that appears pornographic, although this is as explicit as it gets by page 30.