August 27th, 2003

caillebotte_man at his window

Morning

Five o'clock. After a night of haze, the still-dark sky is at last clearing enough to reveal the lesser stars. Mars hangs low in the west, moving away once again. In the east, Orion is striding up from the deserts where dawn has already rendered him invisible. The silence here fails to hold my thoughts. Inside my head are restless distances of truck-laden highways, milking lights gleaming from dairy barns outside Sacramento, early buses grinding over the dark hills of San Francisco, flatbeds carrying pickers to the melon fields of the valley, rumbling trains laboring over Tehachapi Pass, cranes lifting containers onto ships at San Pedro, pots banging in the kitchens of hundreds of roadside restaurants from Redding to San Diego. I sense the whole of California stirring and heaving itself awake. I don't know why my mind has rejected the prevailing serenity and taken me on this imaginary journey. These images might be harbingers of restless dreams. I shall go out into the soft morning breeze and attempt to dispel them. This might help, too:

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caillebotte_man at his window

Between

We're back to that weather that is hot enough to make Sluggo misbehave, but not hot enough to justify turning on the air conditioner, which would calm him down. LJ is a bit wonky today, too. I noticed that user pics are not loading properly. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have a reliable computer, and a fast Internet connection, and web sites that didn't turn to crap with alarming regularity. I sometimes wonder if anyone in the world has ever experienced all three of those things at once. Computers. Feh.

It got rather muggy this evening, and there were more of those lovely cirrus clouds for sunset. That wasn't supposed to happen. Things that aren't supposed to happen actually happen all the time, though. Maybe that's what's supposed to happen. I don't want to think about it. Reality has a bug in its program. Or a virus. Who has been hacking reality? I don't know. I give up. But only for the time being, before Sluggo goes away.