an art museum, and a day of life

Today I woke up and got pretty much the necessary word count for the day, and then I went out.

( I went to the Walker Art Center. )

When I got home, I had a package of books on the doorstep: a present for my mother's birthday (I don't know if she reads this, but if she does, I would hate to find out that she does by spoiling what her present is) and Palimpsest for me. So I curled up in a chair and read Palimpsest, and now I am perfectly content, perfectly happy, with the sun and the early summer breeze coming through the window, and I am writing this post.