Follow the Lighted Promenade

I should write here more. I was just reading through my old posts, marveling at them; they instantly bring me back to wherever I was at the time I wrote them. I am well now, though a bit worried about writing my thesis. I must use it as a learning experience: I feel about this like my students must feel about their work. I can work on my empathy. Much is going on here in the dead of winter. Patricia and I are well, along with Dulcinea and Bell. We holidayed in San Diego, where it was warm and lovely. We stayed in a Super 8 overlooking a valley filled with palms and roads and hotels. We hung out with Patty;s madre and played endless rounds of Shanghai, and I took very long walks. I had a profound moment at a little donut shop, watching it rain. It's funny where we break through a touch the magic, isn't it? I have also, at Patricia's behest, started meditating. Every night, I put on the thunderstorm CD she bought me, and will my mind to stob yammering at itself. I