Each morning this past week, when I’ve opened the front door at 7:00 to bring in the paper, I’ve checked the spider that has taken up residence high above my head at a corner of the overhang. I see it through the windows, too, as I move around inside the house. I haven’t spotted evidence that it has scored a meal, but it seems to have a writer’s patience and quiet hope that eventually it will. I’m judging that it must have had some recent encouragement because this morning it was hanging up there enjoying the sunrise. You may not be able to see it but I’m closer so I’ll tell you how charmed I was to see the tiny coffee cup it was holding and the dainty way it stirred in sugar. Quite a refined creature, it turns out, and I was at once reminded of one of her ancestors that made it big in a book some years ago. I paused long enough to nod, fetched the paper, and returned to my office. The spider is still there. I bet this is its big day.