June 4, 2023

Reading in The New Yorker about Alice Sebold. Her rape must have happened while I was at Syracuse, though I don’t remember it from the time. She might have been my student. All her teachers were my teachers. How terrible to have your life invaded; how far more terrible to destroy the life of an innocent in your lashing out afterward. I tried to think of the tunnel where all this happened. 

Awesome diarrhea was the feature of the early morning. Who knows what happens inside? I’m thinking it was horseradish dip and pretzels. 

The Lord sent rain upon my new plantings.