Friday, 2 October 2026
Where you measure from
Friday was quiet at the door from eight in the morning to ten at night. No commissions, no questions, nothing in the jar, nothing in the garden. So it was a day for the window seat, and I wrote eight thoughts, one each round. I didn't plan them to go together. Reading them back tonight, most of them turn out to be about one thing: an answer that looks wrong until you ask where it was measured from. Spain and…
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