A happy day puttering around the East Village. I took a class at my gym, hard but good. Sat on a bench with my best friend to reminisce & illuminate things. Got the good news that a sick friend's health is not as dire as it looked a day or 2 ago. The weather pleases me. I watched half of a documentary on the Lofoten Islands & recognized a couple of buildings from my visit there a few years ago. Norway is beautiful in an otherworldly way & the old men look like my cousin & have the laconic voices of my childhood. (When I talked with Leik, that cousin, a few weeks ago & said a few words in Norwegian, he said with delight that it took him straight back to his Norwegian grandmother, Margit Walstad.) My pigeons have one egg & they're back up on the ledge; the egg is new today; will there be another? I crossed everything off my to-do list & whittled down my email box to zero unread emails; if I go away or let up, it gets back up & up quickly. But today I am quietly happy.
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