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just wanted to stop for a second and write something. i just finished a delightful appointment with a couple ibuprofen, a scalding hot soak in the tub, and a glass of red wine, all in service of my perpetually aching trapezius muscles, and of course, my nerves. i feel pretty good. in a few short moments i'll proceed on to an exciting evening of doing the dishes, reading, and maybe going for a walk. all in a day's work for a world traveling scholar-at-large like yours truly.

my life continues. i was just thinking about how much bigger and bigger your world gets year by year. how much of it is determined by random chance, the places you go and the people you come across. i wish i had time to get to the bottom of that thought but i've got potatoes on the stove and the remainder of a bottle of wine that's starting to look at me impatiently, so i must away.

i'll try not to be a stranger. take care, love.

d

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas