February 2, 2014

Looking forward to the day when “moving” is not the central activity. Lunch with John and his friend John. Showed 51 to Tom. Raft of rejections by email. Thought while sitting on the couch that perhaps the whole history of love in my life has already been made, and there is nothing left but to contemplate it. Another big fish dies. Maybe the aquarium will empty itself before the move and that problem will be solved. Tried to dig yesterday, but an inch below the surface was ice white as–ice. I thought that underground freeze would not be so clearly– ice. Powerful dreams before waking. Uncharacteristically, I do not remember them. One was happy and one was, if nt quite sad, grimly heroic.