traveling short distances

1. it is thursday.  after having made a few arrangements, there is a four-hour breath before another plunge.  this is it, now, and i take it, even though i am unable to stop glancing at the clock, not knowing exactly whether it is out of apprehension or anticipation. 

2. after yet another meeting last night which thankfully did not extend 'til past eight, had a brief exchange with Greg who is not of this city and who is always a pleasure to talk with, mainly because the exchange, in another language and of ontological topics, is reminiscent of things.  last night, the brief conversation included the subject of philosophy being categorized in the social sciences vis a vie being categorized in the letters; also the idea of line as an illusion to which he answered phenomenology.  i do not know if it is his former monastic life and the considerable theology studies i've had, or the circles of people in the country of another time, space, place, and language that we both happen to know, or both of these somehow meet.   we do not talk about details of previous or current lives; these are irrelevant.

3. she looked extra pretty last night when i arrived and told her so.  you don't look exhausted at all at work, i joked and she laughed.  she had arrived earlier and had time to make dinner. i did the dishes and walked with the dogs.  stayed up 'til almost midnight doing paperwork.

4. read a poem before bed.  even in poetry, the sad, difficult world is always of beauty.