Roof started

Danny up on the roof at seven with two of the Caldwell lads. Tear-off on the north side, which is the part he said he would do himself, and he has done it. I made a vat of coffee and took it up the ladder, which I was told not to do, and did anyway. Watching him work is the uncomplicated part of loving him and it always has been. He is completely himself on a roof. There is no performance in it at all — he is not demonstrating competence, he is just a man who knows where to put his feet, moving quickly and without hurry, saying four words every ten minutes to two lads who clearly like him. I stood in the yard with the dog for about twenty minutes and did not think about anything. It will be done Sunday if the weather holds, and that is two and a half thousand we are not spending, and the number matters, and the number is not why I stood there.