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My brain is still mush. Okay, it goes in and out... I almost feel like I should give up on email for the time being -- misspellings, omitted letters, omitted words (important words, like, say, negatives... argh!

So I still haven't really written about our last seven years of marriage. And I probably shouldn't until I'm semi-coherant.

Writing about the anniversary is easier. We went to wushu (where I sat at the side and didn't even try to join the class for stretches. Darn but this bug has me knocked out.) Then we ate Indian food, which once again was exhausting and involved me not eating very much, but was a good thing nonetheless. Then we went up to the Everett Costco and got me an iPaq 2215. (Which is kind of complicated, but at least in part a birthday and yule present as well as an anniversary present.) Woo-hoo!

And mostly we got home and I crashed. And played with my new toy.

Rain

Am I growing old and slow
that I can find my drama
in the slow steady cycles of the seasons
and the wandering paths of the weather?

I went out into a heavy summer dusk,
the parched rhododendrons making angular droops,
the lawn a thin gold fuzz, looking for the hose
as the first tiny drops settled like blessings on my arms.

My window is dark, but through it comes
the rustle and fall of water, seeking the ground.