maximalist monday

I'm in mono, but off-message about minimalism. I was aiming to find triangles to photograph while I sat a couple of games of tennis out - we were odd numbers for a while, before others came. Nice morning of tennis though I played quite badly. 
M. here is a terrific player and all-round fun, extrovert person, with a consistent level of positivity and play. 
Finished reading about poor Sylvia Plath: I loved her poetry and avidly read about her when I was in my early twenties. Reading about her now, I see how badly she needed help at very crucial moments. Also how influential she's been as a writer. And lastly, the details of her final breakdown so similar to others I've borne witness to, so so painful and sad. I whisked the book back to the library and will read something MUCH lighter next!