3/26 Moved some of the furniture back to where it is supposed to be. Appreciating the one or two days on which they are not shrouded in the chaos, or let’s call it: business of our regular lives.

I’m hearing the astounded question why we painted the house ourselves. The last time I did this was twenty-five years ago, and indeed it never occurred to me to have somebody else do it, even though we could of course afford it. Maybe I’m considering it a basic expression of life which you cannot delegate.