Last night was my husband's first regular late night of the semester. At dusk, Dora and I went out for a little perambulation, and I admired the cloud drama above the community college which is our neighbor.
Here's our house, tucked in under the sky:
I kept trying to get shots of the moon, which was a tiny thumbnail sliver on the glowing sky, but no luck. There are realities that the camera won't translate, and you just have to take them in with your eyes and your mind.
Up early to get a lot of coffee drunk before Dora starts to stir. She's been sleeping in until at least 9:30 lately, which is good --- our walk is later and hotter, but it's also later and less crowded than in, say, the 8-9 a.m. time slot. This gives me time, as I say, to drink a lot of coffee, play Wordle, doodle around with this blog and other writing, maybe read a little, though my mind's not very awake at this stage.
Playing with Sapphics again, trying to say things in a plausible human voice with those metrical constraints.
AND it's officially Works of Mercy's launch day. As always, the day feels kind of anticlimactic. There ought to be champagne, or a party, or something. Instead I'm working on essays, cleaning house, and eating mac-and-cheese with spinach.
Wearing today, in a chronological sequence of what I hope are more innovative selfies:
Gray wool Sierra dress (yes, it was kind of hot on our walk this morning, but not too bad), plus purple Xero Oswegos. These shoes went unworn for most of the summer, but they are fun little kicks and great for walking or book launching or just whatever, you know?