April 10. It is, I think, the first weekend in more than a year that work is not going on at the building across the street, with trucks beeping, elevators whirring, hammering and welding. It’s  unusually quiet here on Broadway.

I oscillate between giving up on the blog post entirely, and ditching writing right along with it, and then stubbornly biting into it again. – I look at older posts of mine and think, Hmm, not even so bad. And then I get giddy when I imagine how much more work this post needs before it even comes close to that.