ITEM! I have no floor. Specifically, the floor in the dining/living/kitchen area of my house is being removed and replaced. This means that this space is now a cavernous echo-filled furniture-free Weirdness Zone. There are deep furrows and cracks in the slab which people are filling with orange goo. Later, tile will be put there.
ITEM! I have ordered, from Powell’s, one of the great books available about Opera. I eagerly await my reeducation.
ITEM! I’m bitter about almost everything. Not quite everything. But almost.
ITEM! There is no force, however great / To pull a wire, however fine / Into a horizontal line / Which shall be absolutely straight.