Today is a working day. I've gotten a late start, but now I'm working. I've pushed two tables together here at the shop. E and T are in the posture of creation, bent double, with expressions that describe their labor. I suppose I look like that too when I write, at once broken and ecstatic. Not beautiful but interesting.
I just want to take a million pictures of this, but I can't bear to interrupt them.
I might, though.