Up at 9 am. Upon waking, I immediately set the clock by my bed an hour forward.

I'm going to dust off yet another book shelf. It's a process with me. I never dust the entire bookshelf at once; I get caught up in the books, pulled into them, surprised that I have some titles on my shelf, happy to see others that I haven't seen for awhile.

I am going to get rid of(find a good home for)books that I know that I will never read. As I start this project, I pull down The Riverside Shakespeare Second Edition. It is the largest book that I own, and with it in my hands, I am struck by the thought that books should not be held up on a shelf, out of sight, out of mind; they should be scattered about your living space so that you will pick them up often.

She's an hour late, I think to myself, looking at the clock by my bed that I sprang ahead an hour a day too early.