Spring evaporated today into overcast skies, mists; but the birds kept plugging away and flecks of sun could be glimpsed at times refracting through window screens. I fall further and further away from what I think of as “the world.” The apartment, our building, a few square blocks, the campus and the lakefront: all I have, all I seem to need. Is it wrong to be so very close to comfortable? Here is the little pot I’ll make coffee in tomorrow, and here is a drawing of that pot. I can’t get the proportions right on the tops of things.