When the power goes out just before cooking Thanksgiving dinner, the first rule is not to panic. Instead, go for a sunset walk.

I have had four jobs today:

• Read books ✔️
• Go for a walk ✔️
• Make whippy cream ✔️
• Read more books ✔️

It’s a happy Thanksgiving

Sometimes, you just can’t finish the chapter

Alan Jacobs: “Even as we try to keep the humanities-in-the-university afloat, I think we need to spend a lot of time imagining the humanities without the university.”

This is what I happily but doubtfully but still hopefully call “the subtle arts and humanities.” 🤓

If only it were that simple.

Rainy day shenanigans

Kay Ryan:

It is common
to suppose
that anyone
whom one is not
is predisposed
to like her lot—
that when she drills down
through the ice
to fish
and sees the black
and restless drift
and works against
the cold occlusion
which always threatens,
it is easier
for that sort of person.

October (s)newsletter/Better-late-than-never letter! I’ve wondered if I’ll keep writing these now that we’re settled. I think I will because I really enjoy it. In this one, I wrote about finally being home, and linked to two essays I find deeply relevant and meaningful: Lincoln & casualties of war

Jack’s “I had to go pee in the rain” face.

“Why? They know I don’t like the rain. And I could have held it for several more hours. I wonder if they’ll leave the pantry open again so I can have another stick of butter…”