Sunday, March 2

As regards yesterday, it is true that the pictures have no meaningful relationship to the text. In fact, there is less connection than one might suppose: I took them last Sunday a hundred miles from here in different weather. That tree is outside my window at home, not my window here, and there were no robins it it. The building in the background is my dad's rusty-tin-roofed shop, where he and I built the glass-fronted bookcase with those next to useless door latches - never got around to putting a catch in the middle of them before we carried it in the house. It has never been a problem, because the doors stick tight in the least humidity.