Went to three registries today -- Cambridge, Nashua, Lawrence -- and only spent a half hour in the office before going home for the day. Despite the oppressive heat, I was happy to be out and about.
While in Nashua, I picked up the new Antony and The Johnsons record, which I already like better than his last, and a used copy of season four of The Wire.
Went for a vigorous run after work. I had a lot of energy, which I attribute to the tasty and fuelifying (ok, I made up a word, but you know you love it) salad I ate an hour prior to the run. It had watermelon,oil cured black olives, feta cheese, avocado, black beans, grape tomatoes, field greens, onion, orange pepper, and a chopped up chili lime chicken burger. See what I mean about fuelifying?
It's strange, especially the older I get, peering through the windows of the past. For the most part, I'm either mired in the concerns of the present or mulling over the future. I hardly delve into the past. I do occasionally, but usually when I'm reminiscing with a friend or family member. I say it's strange because so much of it seems like a dream, outside of time and space. When I conjure a memory about someone-- for example, my friend Becca (who I'm happy to report I'm back in touch with after years apart), the scene represented seems so near, so present, yet I may be recalling a memory that occurred over a decade ago. And sometimes memories seem so distant they don't seem like they ever happened.
Enough of the past; it might make me melancholy.
Tonight: call Mara back; The Wire; music; read from Pillars Of The Earth; Six Feet Under if time; finish listening to Richard Dawkins lecture at Oxford; treat my body like an amusement park (Seinfeld reference); meditate; sleep the sleep of the pure hearted: deep, true, and wrapped in the cloak of God's ecstasy.
Looks like I better get started.
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