Actually, the geese we heard through the window were probably the local Canada geese – but I’m not aware of anything in Bessie Smith’s oeuvre that corresponds to ‘Canada’. So for the sake of the sound of it, it’d be nice to think that pink-footed geese were passing. We’ve been told they do sometimes, at certain times of year.
J has now taken over from me as The Patient, and it’s nice to have that window cracked open, even in poor weather, and hear what’s going on outside. Actually, the main reason for the open window is to change the air a bit, especially at night when I sometimes wake J up with a residual cough.
And Jesus ‘draws nigh’ to Jerusalem, the big city, where matters of great import – and barbarity – will take place.