And yet two more good things (do I begin to worry when they come in threes?): my son E played in a piano festival today and won all his classes. Not for the first time I fought tears while he played. Too soppy. He didn’t see me.

Second, two copies of Losing You arrived today. Lovely. Deep red end papers. Substantial in the hand. Love it.

It’s evening. I remember once having seen a crescent moon seeming to lie settled in the sky something like this:

Cheshire cat at night

Of course tonight (too soppy) it’s a smile.