It’s day 294 of retirement and here’s what I’m doing while the world is falling apart. I’m painting with my art besties, still reading Barbara Pym, drinking strong English tea with milk and sugar nearly every day, sitting quietly, cleaning my bookcases, listening for the daily arrival of the parrot flock to my African Sumac tree in the front yard, writing in my journal, thinking about a travel journal for Paris, reading nearly everything David Michie writes because it speaks to me so perfectly and wisely and calmly. Also. Sending out smoke signals to you. I hope you’re well. You’ll let me know.
