
And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way Weighing my pockets with stones of longing Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday. |
Today felt like a too long day in which I accomplished too little. Rode the bus to Jean Macé with Brice and the boys in the back drawing penises in the fog on the window. Taught my two classes, photocopied cahiers, waited 20 minutes in the cold drizzle for a long bus home. Considered working, running errands, or going out but surrendered to a nap until nearly four. Today was a good day for mail. I got two packages - one from Hilde full of Thanksgiving food (I don't know how I'm going to properly thank her) and one from Ben with a "do not open until 15 Dec". I can't believe he sent me a birthday present. A month in advance. Wonder what it is. Also got e-mails from Suzy and Sierra and a long one from Theo in which he requested that we be in touch more often. Thought about calling K tonight but fell asleep at 9:00 with the stove on and everything.
Contemplating the lack of fire alarms in French apartment buildings at 6:37 p.m. |