April 20. Bright warm weather again. I am feeling a little depressed: some revenant bereavement, bad dreams. The novelty of being at home with nothing very urgent to do has worn off. I try and focus on running some errands: standing in the long queue outside the Post Office to send a single letter to California, warmed by the sun, listening to a middle-…
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