January 7, 2016

Set out earlier this morning and the moon was different, a starveling curve just at the level of the roofs, Venus high above it an unbearably radiant. I watched a racoon hump his way in the light of the streelamps from one shadow to another.
   
J said of All Is Calm, “You and Jack carried the show.” Whether that was true or not, it was nice to hear, to balance my suspicion that I hadn’t done well.
   
Off to school to get my syllabi done. I am ready for the semester, in so far as to be ready is to be ready. Application is all.
   
Finished Uranium 235. I think I am well pleased. It is the beginning of an evening which might end in the theater.