September 3, 2014

Great rain came in the night, me in too much of a stupor to remember that the kitchen doors were open. Wet floor in the morning; the north wind carries every drop in. Good classes yesterday. First stab at Blake’s prophetic books. I wonder, though, if after a certain period of time a teacher starts out with material too advanced, forgetting the new faces have not come along with them from the start. Beginning of the fifth day of the fast. The day-to-day-ness of things:  I wonder if I started the fast to give myself something to think about other than what I customarily think about. It certainly has the effect.