Lying on the couch, supposedly finishing V.'s eulogy for tomorrow's funeral, and fixing shoes, shirt, etc., but – instead – actually sleeping the evening away... well, I was sleepy all day, I didn't get to bed until late last night then spent the whole day running around after students. H. called on my cel phone, woke me up.
And I had that strange sense when someone has taken you from a dream where everything made sense, where you were having fun: and the odd feeling of being surrounded by swirling, luminous, feather-soft, liquid-wet, perfect fragments of some place where you were just standing... the fragments themselves seeming to have some meaning that is receding just out of reach....
Oh well. I should get up and do some of these things. Need to iron shirt and jacket a bit – no, I'll do that in the morning.
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