Sunshine again, but today for the first time this year it felt like real spring sunshine, warm through the window. 

  I measured my knitting this morning on the kitchen table: 10 1/2” out of a necessary 12”. To be followed by a broad st st welt to be knit in a toning shade of Brooklyn Tweed “Tones”. But before that, the sleeves, still in half-brioche stitch in the original yarn. Still, I’m making progress. 

  I finished “The Whalebone Theatre”. The war certainly splits it in half. Perhaps I feel that the whalebone theatre itself is not quite strong enough a motif to hold things together. Or plausible enough. The book is highly recommended, in any case. I wonder how it was done. The scenes in occupied Paris feel absolutely authentic, but the author couldn’t be that old. 

  I’ve gone on to Robin Lane Fox on the Iliad, in Audible. I suspect I will leave it entirely audible, and buy something trashy for actual reading. But what?

   Helen has been working here again today, but I haven’t seen much of her. We think we have straightened out all our financial problems. 

  I tried to switch over just now to watch Mr Biden’s statement about Mr Novalny’s death “live” but either Biden is late or the connection failed.

   Wordle: I got two greens from my starters this morning, one v. one c. And two brown c’s. I quite soon thought of a knitting-related word and put it in for old times’ sake, expecting it to be wrong but it wasn’t. So I scored three.

   There was little sign in the rest of my group that knitting conferred an advantage. Ketki scored a brilliant two. Roger and Rachel were with me on three. Alexander and Mark were the fours; Thomas five; Theo six. He had greens for the first three letters of the word, and guessed wrong three times. Knitting would have helped there.