December 21, 2013

Up in the deep dark of Longest Night. Couperin in solemn mode on Pandora, which for some reason is exactly right.

Lay on the sofa and read last night. It reminded me a boyhood. My adult life has been too– too corrupt in its notions of “achievement” and “time well spent” for much of that. Peaceful.

Settled down and took a bunch of documents to Cameron. Gave in and sold the rest of the equities I needed for the downpayment, which will be hell with taxes, but Cameron seemed so wistful and disappointed that all the data would not be in the reports of a single month. After you say, “well. . . maybe. . . “ it’s all about pleasing other people.

Maybe the rest I have to say will wake with the pivotal day