Austen

I’m re-reading Jane Austen. It takes me over. I know the books inside out, that is, except for Sanditon and Love and Friendship and her juvenalia. I love their restraint, their details and mores. It is an escape, clearly but a joyous one nevertheless.

I’m to go out into the world today and it makes me edgy. Things need to be done to the body. But my work routine is unsettled and there are also these infernal admin things to do. But I need to clear the deck, always.

A misty morning. A thick fog of it. Autumn is coming.