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Monday April 9, 2001
"Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them." Charles Lamb , Letter to Thomas Manning
ever feel your rigid star is melting?
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ordinary day One of those days where you have time to try to answer the question: what is the best use of your time? [No one is insisting on their project being done right now.] But then the answer is not at all obvious. After work, SuRu and I take a walk up and down in the neighborhood. (Also called 'weaving in and out.' You put in distance but avoid having to cross busy streets.) Even this mid-eighties heat seems to be getting to Chalow. I worry about her as summer goes on. She is taking a pill each day for her liver problems. Either the heat is bothering her or she is actually getting more tired now. We give her water several times. FFP made some King Ranch Chicken and opened a bottle of Bogle Zin. SuRu joins us. We watch Boston Public and Ally Macbeal reruns. I'm starting to get bored with the idea of watching TV on Monday night although these shows can be good. I read the paper some, but it isn't very late when I turn in. Lost sleep last week must be repaid this week. I have decided that I have to figure out what I want my life to be like and go for it. I want it to be simpler with cleaner lines. This means I have to ditch a bunch of stuff! I want to travel. I want to write.
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