An inordinate amount of time was spent splitting hairs today while my mind fought to get free from the night's nightmares. And it was cold... so so cold. Finally I got the gumption to walk to get coffee but it was no warmer outside so I went to this weird little cafe half a block away, walking only in the sunlight. I tried to sit on a little wood bench overlooking the baseball diamond and the Manhattan Bridge but as I sat down the sun disappeared behind a cloud. And my coffee was too hot to hold long for warmth so I had to shift from hand to hand and the temperature fluctuations were just too much. I wanted to stay and watch the man in the frayed denim jacket trying to hot wire a motorcycle. But I had to bolt home again. Then I made fennel lace cookies for Jesse. That helped warm the kitchen a bit. I listened to the radio and wrote a bit about the phantom smell of death in our bedroom. I heard about a new website/app that lets you listen to the radio around the world and across centuries. I'm listening to the Ukraine in the 1970s while I'm typing this. I tried to figure out my next embroidery scene--the charcoal sketches turned out kind of nice in and of themselves. Maybe someday I'll be able to come up with my own and not just jam together Arthur Ransome drawings. I think I need to go shower to warm up. Jesse and I are babysitting another Australian kid tonight.