Tashi is sitting on the windowsill of my study. It's early evening and the setting sun is reflected bright upon the upper walls of the houses across the back alley. Birds are singing before bedtime. There's a blackbird on the roof opposite. Tashi, tantalised, cries quietly. Poor puss - temptation, but safely out of reach.
I'm typing up notes for Dharmavidya's third talk from last summer's retreat at our French Retreat Centre: Essence and Existence. This morning Colin came over and we spent a companionable few hours copying the tape of that talk, cutting and inserting tape covers, wrapping tapes, along with the other two that are going out, in bubble wrap. Tomorrow they'll go into recycled brown A4 envelopes from Peter's office - and into the mail.