I finished another semester. The unrelenting passage of time is unnerving, young as I am. It seems only to be speeding up each year. Perhaps it returns to a more leisurely pace in middle age? I’ve been leaving the house only unwillingly since my break began; I prefer to knit, read, or go for walks (I suppose that, technically, is leaving the house. I mean, then, ‘home.’)

On the bookshelf: I just finished The Adventures of Augie March (Saul Bellow) and I’m about halfway through The Death of the Heart (Elizabeth Bowen). I’m also reading Cien Años de Soledad (Gabriel García Márquez) but that’s very slow going; I’m far from fluent in Spanish.

One the needles: I finally got around to blocking a doily I made a year ago. I still need to block Butterfly; I have had little motivation to do so, as only a few days so far have been cold enough to require sweaters. I’ve worked a miniscule amount on the Zissou Hat, and I’ve made a bit of progress on Maxwell’s sleeves.