Sunday, Dec. 2, 2018

This morning I feel dull.  Heater on, sun just coming up, flock of birds outside in the bottle bush limbs.

Last night I watched two episodes of MY BRILLIANT FRIEND on HBO.  I read the books several years ago.  I read them quickly, totally immersed in the difficulties of being a girl in Italy.  These girls were me as they grew into women.  I forgot how sad I felt as I read them.  Now the sadness is back as I watch the story unfold on the TV in my living room.