January 22 + Dream

 I'm listening to the Vicente Fernandez CD's I found in the back parking lot a few years ago. I love his singing. He is equal to Pavarotti in my opinion. I adore them both.

Transmit mode shift from 3 months of receive mode is intense and abrupt. I lost sleep 3 nights in a row waking at 1:30 AM 2:30 AM and more. I twisted my left foot, pulled my right shoulder, sliced my finger, and stepped on my spectacles. Need I say more?

Things will settle down my husband reminds me. He has lived with me for 35 years.

Eat your water! That's my new mantra to get water in me. Since roasted broccoli is my favorite food I have made a batch that I nibble on all day. 

A chainsaw just started up under my window. But the sun came out.

I dreamed about the colorful coats in the inauguration. I dreamed I gave Nancy Pelosi a hug.

The garbage trucks are a strange comfort. I hear the robot arm lifting and emptying the neighborhood refuse. 

Happy Friday. The chainsaw has stopped. Amen

The only way back: through language, language
destroying the silence. The shadow language casts
is silence.

—Claire Schwartz