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flemmings ([personal profile] flemmings) wrote2023-09-19 10:03 pm
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Coherent dream last night of being back at what passed for my Japanese dorm which was a much more upscale place with french doors leading out to a garden. It had been snowing heavily-- several feet worth-- but the blessed Japanese staff had cleared it all away so I could go catch my train no problem, because the garden was also the platform for the trains. And then I was in a train dream, heading out to meet Finder Jean as I often am in these dreams, amid the grey looming concrete of the stations. And as also often happens, there was some problem getting there, but I've forgotten what. Usually it's me trying to call and the phone not working.

Swiffered the bathroom and upper hallway yesterday, was unambitious and achy today so only succeeded in cleaning some hard water deposits on the bathroom sink. Lincoln in the Bardo awaits me at the library but meanwhile I'm doing Dick Francis in Rome ie David Wishart's White Murder. Marcus Valerius Corvinus is preferable to Marcus Didius Falco if only because he has fewer hangups and doesn't make such bad decisions. Though one of these days he's going to call the wrong person Sunshine and that will be that.

(When you're wondering how often men think about the Roman Empire, factor in what they're reading at the time. I have spent close on fifty years not thinking about the Romans but now I do. And I'll say this for them: in Rome a slave could buy their freedom which you couldn't in any other slave owning society I know of.)