Monday's Ghost.

I saw one of my ghosts today. Fortunately it didn’t see me, so there was no need to shiver. (Note: I didn’t say ‘shudder.’ I’m rather fond of my ghosts.)

There was a girl with crow black hair

And blood Italienne

And some of old dark Irish, too

As much of that again

Ghosts, you see, have the charming capacity to make memories manifest in the present tense.

I used four different kinds of paint today: emulsion, undercoat, gloss and silk. I don’t think I’ve ever used four different kinds of paint in one day before. They were all white, and my sinuses suffered for it.

Dishes now, then walk.