Reading Friday, May 26, 2006

After I ate breakfast -- gingerbread with lemon sauce, but! properly seated at the kitchen table and therefore not disturbingly eccentric -- I went upstairs, showered, and began to put linens away. I saw that they were getting worn; tomorrow I'd buy some new ones in a color that would coordinate better with my bathroom here. There was much to be said for the domestic high afforded by new towels and washcloths, folded and stacked in sybaritic readiness.