Thanks. I'm feeling a bit at low ebb myself, struggling with a resurgence of sleep apnea and depression and heat-induced lethargy; each seems to exacerbate the others. I seem to be forever in a state of simultaneously knowing perfectly well what I must do and of having not a clue how to go about doing it. My mom took a fall, cracked her pelvis and badly pulled muscles in a shoulder, this in the process of moving into a care facility at which to finish out her days; it never occurred to my dad, who's now living alone, to call and tell me this. Haunted by Shakespeare and the intimacies of old music and the ghosts of bodhicitta, by the uncappable gushers of oil and human ignorance, by vastation's endurance. But then too there was an hour's river breeze as if out of dream at noontide, and a late return visit from the geese with their five goslings, and then just as I tell of them here the tap tap tap of a flying beetle against this computer screen and my chest, harbingers of requickening, of life's insistence; the distinct blessing of an enquiring friend. Perhaps it's really so, or can be, that all manner of things....