I like the day-to-day realities. Floors must be swept, tea consumed, and windows washed. Walks must be taken, and the purchases of ink (so very much ink) and twine and wood polish are to be made. It is not those things from which I wish to run away. Nor is it existence as a woman. I like being a woman. Now, would I rearrange several lopsided restraints? Of course. But my dissatisfaction of the moment comes from having a long list of mandates set by another, so long I cannot see the end of the shadow.
