Books, cooking and fresh vegetables from the market. A hand-written letter. A longish text or two. Some typing of The Novel. Catch-up with buddies. Reflection. A long walk. A bit more thinking. A slow roast. A long run through the parks and the old quarter with a lingering outside the second-hand book-shop; so many great books in those boxes but don’t cool down: keep going. A movie. Man, what a movie. Laundry and some papers filed. Some long deep sleeps. A ball and wall to resolve a tricky issue and loosen an ache.
It was that kind of a weekend.