Hod
A warm September sun streams through the kitchen window. It’s finally cool enough that we can turn off the air conditioning without broiling ourselves alive, so we have the windows open. Of course, the weather this time of year is fickle, so tomorrow we might well be broiling again. Alternatively, we might get a hard frost and wake up shivering.
I’m in the middle of one of my essay assignments. My books and papers take up a large part of the kitchen table – basically, whatever part of the table is not already occupied by food. Stacking the spare notebook paper, folders, pens, and other miscellaneous supplies in a wooden garden carry-all I found stuffed in the back of the coat closet helped to tame my mess somewhat, but the books still have a tendency to sprawl when I write, because I
