I haven't been over to Rolandale yet, but K says there's silt--I hope he doesn't mean sewage. I'm feverishly working here--worked until very late last night. Worked all day today, have done nothing else--the piles in front of the house for the trash are growing. Damp pictures and manuscripts are spread everywhere, and many boxes have yet to be explored. There is grief and sorrow for both of us, lost books and photos etc. (Not the same as losing your mother of course, but some of my precious pictures of my parents and several dear friends now passed were ruined. Etc.