For whatever we lose, like a you or a me

I am returned from Providence. It was a somewhat foreshortened visit, but since it contained an afternoon with sea mists at Beavertail and beach glass at West Cove, a double feature of Sherlock Holmes and Avatar (2009), a substantial amount of pizza from Fellini's, and conversation until oh god o'clock in the morning, it was a very good one. (greygirlbeast has put up some photographs.) I finished Verne's The Green Ray on the train there and started John H. Taylor's Death and the Afterlife in Ancient Egypt on the way back. The subway broke down at Park Street and I read about shabti figures while trying not to drip on the pages. This was less annoying than it sounds; I am capable of being very distracted by mortuary ritual. Also I appear to be inarticulate, so I'm going to lie down and watch The Daily Show.