“No sweat take your time, though what I really meant was No sweat take your sweet time. Bump into a friend. Take a call. Get down on your hands and knees and smell the hyacinths. I’m grateful you’re late.” The anecdote is from the book’s 48th entry, bracketed by the first and 81st , and that morning’s delight is the gift of time.
: While drinking my coffee on the porch, getting some sun in my eyes first thing, I decide to leave the internet off for a couple hours , and then, feeling good I guess, feeling quiet and uninterrupted I guess, I decide to take the whole day off from the internet. Internet sabbath or something. Weirdly, I’m taking deeper breaths and am less nervous. Weirdly, I am remembering I have a body while sitting here in the morning light. Weirdly, lines for poems start knocking on the door.