today is virginia woolf's birthday & i had planned that i would read
mrs dalloway in one long gulp & then go see
the hours with bean, to celebrate, but i forgot until just now to read
mrs dalloway & bean has a cold: so we are not going anywhere much less out in the cold to the
movies.
instead i am, so help me, making ginger-pink-lentil soup (it will not stay pink. it will be yellow) & sitting here in the quiet house.
virginia, forgive me, send your ghost over for some pink-lentil soup if you like.