Reading Shakespeare today as a strange warm wind whipped through my yard. I took a break to mow grass, which in the wind was almost enjoyable.

This sonnet might be the funniest love poem I've ever read. Who else but W.S. could get away with a line like the one that ends with "reeks"?

Sonnet 130

William Shakespeare

My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks,

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go,

My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

Dinner tonight: tomato soup, with either basil and cream or onion and cilantro salsa; popovers; spinach and apple salad