This was from a small show of Hogarth Press & other books related to Virginia Woolf at the library. "A new form for a new novel...," Woolf wrote, "the approach will be entirely different this time; no scaffolding; scarcely a brick to be seen... everything as bright as fire in the mist." There was hanging out with half a dozen hilarious girlfriends at Urban Hawker, a Singapore street food market in midtown, where all I could figure out to eat was some delicious expensive panna cotta. There was signing our wills, at long last. There was lunch with an old friend. A busy day full of people I like.