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.
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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.