Clouds do weird things to you. Like they can make you extremely tired. This morning in class I was strongly tempted to leave and lie down on the floor somewhere. But the feeling soon passed and the rest of the day was good.
Maybe it wasn't the clouds, maybe it was the cornmeal pancakes with blackstrap molasses that I had for breakfast. Or maybe it was the combination.
But I'm home now and feeling really lazy. Feel like reading poetry, but that's not always edifying. Thinking about how odd the present is. Imagining my father holding Noah on his lap. Thinking how my mother would have liked my son-in-law and my daughter-in-law. Thinking about how all the things that I consider reality aren't all present reality.
Here is a good poem by Ogden Nash:
The Middle
When I remember bygone days
I think how evening follows morn;
So many I loved were not yet dead,
So many I love were not yet born.
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