On leave; personal limitations; quietism; body-text fonts, pt. 1: Cochin
The weather has turned, dramatically. Temperatures approach the sixties (F).
Karin has been on leave for two weeks:
0.5 weeks in the hospital;
1.5 weeks at home, in front of the TV (all of us, not just Karin), with the occasional visit to the doctor.
We are quite fattened up, due to well-wishers’ generous gifts of food – mainly, pastries and pasta – and our failure to exercise. Daniel, who has been jaundiced, is swallowing more milk now that his tongue-tie is severed.
Samuel loves Daniel. He is, if anything, too affectionate.
I have been reading about Russia’s war with Ukraine; and I’d begun to write about it, when I decided I have nothing of value to say about this distressing event. I daren’t even repeat which pundits’ remarks I’ve found interesting. (This is not meant as a comment on anyone who has been remarking on the war or relaying others’ remarks. It’s just a comment about myself.)
It’d be better if I only talked about what I had for lunch (meat loaf, potato salad, pie), or if I started a new, utterly trivial series of posts. “Body-text Fonts, with Samples from My Own Bookshelves.”
Yes, that’s more my speed. This month’s font is Cochin.
Karin has been on leave for two weeks:
0.5 weeks in the hospital;
1.5 weeks at home, in front of the TV (all of us, not just Karin), with the occasional visit to the doctor.
We are quite fattened up, due to well-wishers’ generous gifts of food – mainly, pastries and pasta – and our failure to exercise. Daniel, who has been jaundiced, is swallowing more milk now that his tongue-tie is severed.
Samuel loves Daniel. He is, if anything, too affectionate.
I have been reading about Russia’s war with Ukraine; and I’d begun to write about it, when I decided I have nothing of value to say about this distressing event. I daren’t even repeat which pundits’ remarks I’ve found interesting. (This is not meant as a comment on anyone who has been remarking on the war or relaying others’ remarks. It’s just a comment about myself.)
It’d be better if I only talked about what I had for lunch (meat loaf, potato salad, pie), or if I started a new, utterly trivial series of posts. “Body-text Fonts, with Samples from My Own Bookshelves.”
Yes, that’s more my speed. This month’s font is Cochin.