You fall back off the ledge in your mind's eye
Rabbit, rabbit! My inaugural day of March has been characterized by doctor's appointments, which is why I came home in the evening and pitched right over onto the couch for a triple catnap with
spatch and Autolycus, who kneaded the small of my back and then curled up to sleep on it.
rushthatspeaks accompanied me to the appointment in the afternoon. In between I walked serendipitously past a library sale, which netted me old paperbacks of Kendal Burt and James Leasor's The One That Got Away (1956) and James Baldwin and Margaret Mead's A Rap on Race (1971), plus a rather nice hardcover of The Movies That Changed My Life (1991) edited by David Rosenberg. I read some of all of them at different points in public and thought about something
moon_custafer had said earlier today, about being misunderstood rather than understood through reading material, but nobody gave me any grief. I had my traditional post-MGH bagel and hot cider. I forgot my hat and gloves, but it was still worth it to walk around the wharves with shadowy lavender and hard white streetlight shifting on the darkened water. Rob tells me we are expecting record high tides with the storm tonight.
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I wasn't expecting this one at all. But they had a cart of free books outside the library, so I went inside to see if there were more, and instead there were multiple carts of extremely cheap and interesting books, which was even better.
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Thank you! I agree these are important parts of a day. The nap was also pretty great, actually.