I think of him often as I look out to the sea and I live by the coast

The plumbers returned at a quarter of eight in the morning and are still in our kitchen, meaning the kitchen has been off-limits since quarter of eight in the morning. I have a headache the size of one of the smaller moons of Jupiter and didn't sleep again until the early afternoon when Autolycus curled up with me for a couple of hours, during which time I dreamed of re-encountering someone I had last run into a few nights ago and whom I had been surprised to be recognized by then, especially since in my waking life there was no one in my cohort of grad school with that blond faun's face and glasses and name, not to mention a job at a library which doesn't exist. The first time we had merely talked across the circulation desk; this time he was getting off work and we kept up the conversation all the way out into the night, catching up on years that didn't happen. He seemed to be living and working in a layer of time more than a decade behind mine, sharing an apartment in an old industrial building still echoing with factory sounds. He wanted to talk to me about stars above the Aswan Dam. I have recurring landscapes in dreams, but not normally recurring figures, and if I have sequel dreams it is usually within the same night of being woken from the original. It was almost certainly the nicest thing that has happened so far today.