Day 31----

A healthful tonic of a way to ring in one month of isolation--the least solitary solitude ever imposed on an introvert.

We've stumbled on a new routine of 30-40 min of quiet time in the mornings for all of us, then lunch and whatever phone calls or art or more animal hospital boat games till the full naptime in the afternoon. Jesse and I both finished books, started new ones (I finished the new one too--it was a novella though) and got better at alone time together.

Later we had wine and watched the new home video exhibit from MOMA that's online cause no one can go in person. We haven't been there in person in ages cause it's not a free museum and we don't have time to wait in line for the free night that opens at bambi's bedtime. We also are better at attending church now.

In some ways--many-- my brain was made for this. But then I yearn for Governor's Island, Washington Square, Seward Park Library, even Central Park. The Rose Reading Room all on my own. Pushing through turnstyles, reading against the subway door, laying on grass, just seeing a tree.

reading/read: As We Are Now by May Sarton
-a woman abandoned in an old person's home--mathematical poetry, theology, notebooks, waiting for snow drifts and revenge.