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Last night, as I went to bed, I had a surge of clearness. It was like the way I felt last week on two separate days, just not as extended. I'm sleeping deeply and the sleep seems to be opening windows of clarity.

I awoke today and as I completed my morning rituals (sans walk), I got a call from my daughter. Her car had died and she needed a ride to work. Picked her up and took her to work and came back and fell into my sleep/eat cycle for the day. As I said I slept deeply. Right through the mowers and blowers. Did make it to the library today--I had power-read my way through the books I picked up last week.

P had given me a set of Antioch Reviews. In a recent edition, I scanned the fiction section and noticed a story by Jan Pendleton. The name rang a bell. She had run an improv group that my daughter had attended. I checked the bio info and sure enough it was the same Jan. Glad to know that she has been published. Her story in that edition, called Boarders, is well done. Go, Jan!

I picked up another Anaya book plus a collection of Raymond Carver tales. The library is wonderful! A nearly inexhaustible supply of imaginings!