(it is a little bit like having something giant & dangerous in the room, deciding whether it would be best to stare it down or to step gingerly around it toward the door.)
all week i have just felt tired & i have had little fights with my body to keep it generally in line. finally today it is gorgeous & the sky is clear: i am wearing shorts & i just want to sit out on the back deck & drink cherry coke & read the passion according to saint mark, because do you think i will make it to mass tomorrow? tomorrow is palm sunday & i am only going if it is this gorgeous out & if my body agrees to go with me.
saint mark is the lion & i like him for it.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:this is something i said the other day & it is still true: "statistics is a way of caring about things that i don't experience."
this is something i said today & we will see if it bears out: "i'm feeling melancholy but less like the prince of denmark & more like j alfred prufrock."
