Is it a hors d'oeuvre? It's paralyzing -- how much to eat when we don't know what's coming.. The crumbs of the elk exceed the feast of the ant.. Perhaps an old toy glimmers in the corner of the eye.. trips through the washer machines have made your skin fade.. A creature of the moon, closed eyes, ideals.. the gasping drowned man chokes, and we ignore, for he's in another realm. Each eye is a diamond, looking at another world that's not quite real. Luna belongs to Terra, and the harsh light of the sun touches only through proxy.

I've been thinking about midlife crises, based on some conversations. Does everyone get them? Are they just a moment of supreme awareness for people who sleep most of their lives? We wake in the morning, and the harsh light of day eventually closes some of our eyes...

At work today, apparently the power supply to my old building had an overload and exploded. All of today, and part of tomorrow, NSH will be dead. Ouch. I wonder if this is related at all to the new building construction, or the other recent failures the CS department has been having.

With luck, I'll be climbing again tonight, if I can get enough people together. Hurrah.