I've always liked that phrase. And yesterday someone reminded me of Rilke's Book of Hours, so I've begun rereading it. Lovely, lovely poetry. I'll probably write about it sometime. When I figure out if I can narrow down to a few poems to share instead of raving about the whole book. I find that I can read poetry, but anything else I get bored/tired/distracted too easily at this point.
This is the point in the semester where I just don't sleep. Actually I've been pretty productive this week, so there's really no reason why I'm not sleeping. I just think too much. And the future is looming fast...
I have finally gotten my camera. It is so cute! It fits in the palm of my hand. I'm thinking about names. Sometimes I name electronic things. Something to fit a wee camera. (I like the word wee. It reminds me of one of my favorite high school teachers. She was a lovely maths teacher from Northern Ireland who explained that the song line "Zaccheus was a wee little man" is redundant and incorrect. She is also the reason I cannot say "pants" with a straight face. When I visited her in Northern Ireland she took me to a revival meeting for singles and really the only thing I can remember is the speaker said, "Hold on a wee minute!" very often. It has become one of my favorite phrases.)
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