Delycia and I drove up to Newton, MA, yesterday to see our good friend
Geri. It was a fun ride, as usual, even on the crowded interstates at rush
hour. Delycia drove up and we talked and I sometimes read on my iPad, and then
I drove home in the frozen darkness on fairly free-of-traffic streets.
Up early this morning as usual, writing
and then riding the trainer bike at 5:00 a.m., then an egg-and-broccoli sandwich
with bone-suckin’ mustard sauce and sweet-tasting coffee. We continued our ritual
of reading five minutes in Middlemarch
each morning, at the point in the story where Dorothea is starting, perhaps, to
use her wings and discover who she really is.
School was as serene and satisfying as ever, on this day that leaves
only about 70 left in my teaching career. The career will come to an end, but
the satisfactions and accomplishments and recollections won’t.
