the rake's progress
Fog on the horizon this morning, blurring the western mountains beyond recognition. We're having a rare wet spell here. Yesterday it rained briefly during my walk, and I still don't know where it came from; the sun was shining and the patch of sky directly above me was an unadulterated blue.
Going to Reno for a few days to see my mother, who is housebound at the moment. We are going to rent movies, make pad thai. I have drawn up a war plan for revising the book; it ought to take six weeks or so.
