2003-05-03
2003-05-03 - 11:41 a.m.
What a gorgeous morning. It poured all night, most of the week too. But today is blue sky and sunlight, 80 degrees. Thank you. The kufi made little progress last night, hindered by lounging with girlfriends and my fatigue. I also switched yarns; the rust was rubbing off my fingers, and I don't like that feeling. I knit Continental, wrapping the yarn around my left pinky, and the feeling of dye there is strangely uncomfortable. So now it'll be a kufi in army green with flecks - the yarn from the defeated baby cardigan. J, Miss Beek and I are seeing Identity later. J's putziness continues. He gave me a hard time this morning about having been playing the last two nights. Sorry, sweetie, but you were holed up in your apartment again, not speaking to me for no reason. Please don't tell me that you're trying as hard as you can. I don't want to hear it any more. Wait, mister. Which way is home?--Anne Sexton
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