Day Sixteen

When I woke up this morning, windows open to the first cool breeze since April, I checked who was playing who on the opening day of the NFL season, made a cup of tea, read a chapter of Postwar by Tony Judt, put some washing in the machine and read about restaurants in Seattle.

When Emily woke up this morning in London she constructed a scale model of The White House, including movable inner partitions so that we could compare the options we have for walls, desks, whether to have a separate storage room, and what the sight lines would be. Immaculately designed. Perfectly proportioned.

Words fail me.

I really do need to do more with my time. Knowing where to eat in Seattle this Thursday is one thing, building this model from scratch before lunch is another world.