I experienced a close approximation to my perfect day yesterday. I stayed in bed until a little after 10 am, finally lifting my body out of its warm down nest after getting off the phone with my friend Ingrid. I stumbled to the kitchen to make coffee and ate strawberries and the last unrotted pear. I read a combination of the Philadelphia Inquirer and the Utne while my sister’s friend Johann sang to me through the Sony speakers on the bookshelf. I got swallowed whole by an idea and spent about an hour at the computer, letting my creative brain send my fingers atappin’ across the keys. I happily lost another chunk of minutes looking at old family pictures and collaging the cover of a notebook. I finally showered at 2 pm and walked from my apartment down to the Ritz East to see Brokeback Mountain.
When I got out of the movie, it was dark and cold, and I caught a lucky bus just outside the theater’s courtyard to take me home.