Up at 6:30, a swim, a leisurely breakfast & then the tram into town for 10 a.m.. The general going-about-its-business of a city in the early morning. A snatched coffee. Then a tour of the main collection at the Art Museum with a small group of students followed by a quick lunch at Le Pain Quotidien (chat & pontification with colleagues) before another hour or so at the Stanley Kubrick exhibition. Back home I leaf through the first couple of pages of Maggie Nelson's 'Bluets' thinking I'll save it up for the holidays. But something compels me to continue & I end up gobbling the whole volume in one go. It's a delight.
& I'm thinking: why can't every day be like this?