I have an hour-long nap and wake up refreshed. Outside, the sky is slate gray, completely overcast. It’s very still. There are the sounds of people walking around outside, and the sounds of some birds. I make a pot of coffee and when the coffee is ready I pour out two cups into blue-and-white matching cups and saucers. I take six Dutch cinnamon cookies and spread them in a fan on a plate. Andy and I sit at the dining room table, having the coffee and the cookies and looking out the window and talking. I have another cup of coffee. This is the most beautiful thing that has happened all day.