Day 46----

I wear glasses all day more often now. The new ones fit better, are prettier, etc, but mostly just why not.

The first sip of tea once breakfast is made--clouds-- and I'm trying to listen to the radio story of coronavirus reuniting a man with his estranged mother and my three year old asking why they aren't "playing the news" instead --clears, as I explain Sunday radio programming, omitting the bit where the morning news show host just died on Friday.

Oh and the earlier clouding as I pour the water over the grounds, waiting both for the bloom and the clearing to continue pouring. As I lift the lid to check on the porridge progress--cloud and clear.

The half forgotten instances from childhood in a very rainy corner of the country--the first minute or two when I burst into the Wheelock Branch Library, Tacoma, Wa. The blind fumble for any scrap of fabric both dry and non-woolen--surely the only option can't be my underwear.

It's raining again. Sometimes I wonder if New York is rainier then Washington... certainly now it might be. The clouding of cold rain and warm shops won't be a problem here today.

The brief cloud of panicked breath in a mask--now maybe that.

The cloud while reading from turtle necked pulled over my lower face against the damp greyness pervading the apartment--certainly that.

And now bambi is watching Ponyo again--that steam filled kitchen clouding windows as the mom (is she the best portrayal of motherhood for children? possibly.) stuffs greens into the pot. As she pours boiling water over the kids' noodles, "Careful! It's hot!" clouds of steam "Don't peek, Ponyo! Abracadabra!" their faces disappear in it as they dance in place with glee. Bambi turns to me, "can I have that too? When this is done and you make me honey tea? And you say 'cadabra!!' like that??!"