It is hard to adjust to the different rhythms of the day when not working. One depends on so many things for structure: the stampede of students on the hour every hour running from lecture to lecture, the lunch break, or the time of the train home.
In this early spring I sit outside in the sun and the cat plays among the tall dead fennel stalks in the border. I must cut them down. I wear a quilted jacket, true, but am not in the least bit cold.
