At six this morning the most awful clangor. In time I recognized my other alarm, the one with the extraordinary noise that will get through to me at the wrong time. Six a.m. is the wrong time.
I am off with Linda to buy rug stuff. We’re leaving at seven. Her ETD’s frequently are imaginary, so I called her at seven, and left a message.
She called back at 7:10 to announce, to her great joy, she really had a phone in the bottom of the twenty pound weight she calls a purse.
To my great joy, she’s just coming through the toll booth.
It will be a good day.