Colors fall in a white light, moving two on two
I did not sleep last night and my doctor's appointment this morning produced equivocal results, but I got a bagel with lox from the S&S for lunch and passed out for several hours in the afternoon next to my husband with one small cat curled at our feet and another having wriggled himself in between our backs, where he purred and drowsed at the small of my spine and bolted out from under the blankets as soon as I woke, kindly without using any of his numerous claws. In the evening I met ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
skygiants for dinner and we watched Black Angel (1946), which I continue to love. I am very much hoping that my World Wildlife umbrella which was complimented by a stranger in Harvard Square earlier this month was not lost in transit. [edit] Umbrella recovered! I left it somewhere dumb.
My poems "Sudden Death," "The Anniversary," and "'Лондонский маленький призрак'" have been accepted by Through the Gate. The first was directly inspired by—and named after—the character played by Francis Nugent in The Last Flight (1931), the second is a poem I dreamed of translating in a nightmare in January, the third is a ghost poem for Aleksei Kruchonykh which I wrote accidentally for Valentine's Day. I am very happy about all of them.
I have never seen Michael Caine in Get Carter (1971), but since I have just finished its source novel, Ted Lewis' amazingly tough Jack's Return Home (1970), I should see about amending this longstanding gap.
P.S.yhlee, thank you for the watercolor postcard of the sea!
skygiants for dinner and we watched Black Angel (1946), which I continue to love. I am very much hoping that my World Wildlife umbrella which was complimented by a stranger in Harvard Square earlier this month was not lost in transit. [edit] Umbrella recovered! I left it somewhere dumb.My poems "Sudden Death," "The Anniversary," and "'Лондонский маленький призрак'" have been accepted by Through the Gate. The first was directly inspired by—and named after—the character played by Francis Nugent in The Last Flight (1931), the second is a poem I dreamed of translating in a nightmare in January, the third is a ghost poem for Aleksei Kruchonykh which I wrote accidentally for Valentine's Day. I am very happy about all of them.
I have never seen Michael Caine in Get Carter (1971), but since I have just finished its source novel, Ted Lewis' amazingly tough Jack's Return Home (1970), I should see about amending this longstanding gap.
P.S.
yhlee, thank you for the watercolor postcard of the sea!