Fighting a losing battle against domestic entropy—we wash dishes and make beds, while clothes and shoes and papers and other detritus accumulate in every corner, studiously ignored. Zooming with students is a bit of a balm—seeing other faces, offering and receiving the simple comfort of contact, though we no longer breathe the same air. A long walk yesterday, riding the jagged peaks of Beethoven’s “Serioso,” String Quartet #11, working out a rage. Sky, lake, and skyline in leveling shades of gray-blue, like being trapped in a Rothko. Gray skies again today but also the cheerful filament of a robin’s song.