Today, the wind: nothing like the storm we had in September, but hard enough to make umbrellas hurt and to leave us all misted at midday. A commission came in for a piece of writing I'm excited to do--which doesn't mean I won't put off doing it as long as possible, I'm sure, not least because a late-May trip will probably put the finishing touches on what I'll be working through. An unlooked-for correspondence kept up and got more interesting. Meeting one person in the coffeeshop became meeting a group of people at every turn. By the end of the day, though the temperature had plummeted, nothing else had. And tomorrow, projects will be afoot anew.