Pleasures:

The Mike Rollin poem ("We grieved") from which today's subject line was taken.

Happened upon a bright new stationery store while walking to Zoe's.

Zoe's potato salad. Mmm, mmm.

Reading some of the correspondence between Thomas Merton and James Laughlin.

Writing yet more cards - one to a friend I've been corresponding with for over twenty-one years (he was my date to my high school's Christmas formal my senior year). Egads. I'm thinking next year I might try to pull the whole collection together (currently scattered among umpteen boxes and tubs and drawers) and photograph it...

After yet more flight delays, I have my man back. (His baggage is still somewhere in Chicago, we think, but better that than the other way around.) It was lovely having the house to myself most of this week, but I laugh more when he's here.