Saturday
June 15th
Rainy morning. Dark in the farmhouse. Then the wind kicked up and with it came the heat and the glaring sun. Sitting at the kitchen table about to get down to book work. I hope this book will give people ideas about how to live in this weird, hard age, and I hope it will feel like a friend—something you can return to more than once; maybe carry around with you. Okay. Now to it.
I look forward to making friends with this new book. I hope writing is wondrous today.
We need any help you can offer. What a shit show except for the rain, and the heat, and maybe iced tea with fresh lemon slices.