Trackway and Camp and City lost, Salt Marsh where now is corn
Last night was not quite as successful on the sleep front, owing mostly to the cutting down and woodchipping of a tree across the street which woke both me and
spatch and panicked both the cats; I fell back asleep afterward and had a classic anxiety dream of being expected to perform in the chorus of a concert for which I had never been given the music, only a lyric sheet, at which I was criticized for not being able to keep up. I miss the tree across the road already. I think it had mostly died, but it had branches and leaves and it cast a shadow. Bright-smashed with sunlight, that patch of sidewalk looks a lot more unforgiving now.
Rutger Hauer has died. I saw him first—and for years, only—in Blade Runner (1982), so he always had that more-human-than-human quality for me. I'll have to find something different to watch for his memory.
I am aware that the Mueller testimony is going on. I hope something effective comes of it. I do not want to become fatalistic, because that makes me useless, but the decks feel so stacked.
Rutger Hauer has died. I saw him first—and for years, only—in Blade Runner (1982), so he always had that more-human-than-human quality for me. I'll have to find something different to watch for his memory.
I am aware that the Mueller testimony is going on. I hope something effective comes of it. I do not want to become fatalistic, because that makes me useless, but the decks feel so stacked.

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Thank you! Likewise.