I spent Monday morning in the bath with William Basinski and a battery-powered candle I got at Costco. The candle came in a box that said “THE BEAUTY OF CANDLELIGHT WITHOUT THE RISK OF FIRE.”
When I started this sabbatical in the summer, I calculated the number of days I’d have off. It was around 130 or 140, almost half a year.
This week is taking its time. I spent three hours at three different grocery stores comparing prices on things like diced tomatoes and chicken stock. Who has time to do that? I’ve made a point to be patient with other drivers in the parking lot, and to make eye contact with the people bagging my groceries.
In Germany they call this “Mittwoch,” and I heard that was the night devoted to sex. Maybe only where we were, in Swabia.