1) In the onrushing torrent of reunion preparation, I still get snagged on items outside my professional life. Yesterday morning my third-floor neighbors moved out after seven years and three children. We have gotten along so well, especially the last four years, and I delayed my (early) departure for the office so I could say goodbye.
1a) On my (late) return home, a note from my new neighbor was in my mailbox, which made me feel absentminded for not having left a note of greeting for them, which would have been more Perfectly Proper.
2) Yesterday was Walt Whitman’s 200th birthday, which I observed by watching half of Now, Voyager after I got home.
2a) Some day I really must read all of Leaves of Grass. I have the Calamus poems on my rack of devotional books, but I’ve never read the whole thing.
3) Usually at the Most Wonderful Time of the Year my recreational reading is murder, but this year it’s a biography of Edward VII. Right now “Kingy” is ill in Biarritz, which means The End is approaching.