Today I want to

- finally read these archives

- finish Consciousness Explained, by Daniel Dennet, with a notebook beside me

- ride my bicycle down the long slope to the high level bridge, and maybe today, all the way back
up again

- photograph my sights of the city (to show you tomorrow)

- transplant the tomatoes to bigger, more comfortable pots

- write several pages with a very free hand, crossing out nothing and revising nothing



- haul out The Crow Suits manuscript

- mail off: a letter to Laura, a submission to The Atlantic

- hula hoop for a bit


Tim's leaving me the apartment for the afternoon. It's good to have someone who understands a sudden need for solitude. He's promised to bring me back an iron. A private vow to become a better seamstress is all very well and good, but without an iron, who am I kidding? Besides, on Tuesday Laura brought over a pattern for a summer dress.