For no reason a feeling of foreboding this Monday. A misty morning. Lorraine up early and off to school. I got up as she was leaving. Outside the bare tree full of starlings settled in the mist.

Worked right away as usual, putting finishing touches to Sin Cycle, which must be done this week. Spent time reading poems today, and Nine Gates, Entering the mind of poetry, by Jane Hirshfield, which is I keep agreeing with.

Also did a bit on my other blog. No word yet from the Paddington folks. Walking. Lorraine very pleased to be back home. I had missed her.