If it were left up to me I might never leave the house of my own accord. That is what this residency teaches me. As long as I have television, coffee, some food, an internet connection, I seem to have all I need—at least, superficially.
I gave the book a name yesterday, but I’m not sure it’s quite right. I feel uncertain of one-word titles. It puts a lot of pressure on a word.
Today: a grocery store, papers to grade, an essay to finish. Those are the goals. If I am lucky, a book will let me read it.