Saturday, February 8, 2014


5:28 am. I've been up (miracle of miracles) by the fire for half an hour. Tea, down coat, bog boots, a trip out into the dark for an armload of wood. When I am old I think I will wake at four. When I am old I will write all my books, drink limitless amounts of tea, walk more.

Oh, there are the children. Good morning to you, friends.

~R