First day of the kids being off school for a week.
We went to the library, where a woman breastfeeding was too much for my giggling five-year old son. He was whispering to his sister (not very quietly) “Millie!” while pointing at the woman, then having fits behind a bookcase.
I began writing a new poem called ‘Corvid’. Crows, woods, roadkill.
I started reading Capote’s In Cold Blood. The only novel of his left for me to read.
I watched a programme about sharks off the Cuban coast. Encountered one I’d never heard of before: the Silky shark.
Not a bad day at all.
And going to a concert tomorrow. More on that later.