Escalator

Friday: Fitful sleep. Strange dream about a train, on the way to MFP, stopping at the Museum of Science, taking a high speed 'water park' escalator, up many floors, finding myself in a temple, wearing only underwear, deciding not to wear scarves, the Lama being wrapped head to toe, as LY was at his cremation. Up a bit after 9. Web. Shower. Down basement for morning practices. Took longer than I thought. A little guitar.

Stopped at the PO and mailed some cassette tapes back to Milarepa center. In to work, and fixed one small bug. Spent the rest of the day working on new project. That's going pretty well. Feeling a bit off today. Soreness in my upper back, and throat.

Around 8, I headed to Logan, and found Geshela, Wendy and Nick, just about to go through the gate. I said goodbye to all of them Geshela gave me some words of encouragement. Walked with the group back towards the exit. Hln and Hm helped me figure out the automated parking fee payment machine. I somehow had parked right next to Hln's car.

Took Rt 1A, to Rt 16 for my path home. Decided not to go out with MB, but stay in and coddle myself. (Sn, at the airport, had said that the symptoms I'm having were the same as his, before he got very ill last week.) No fever. MB came in, then went out again to meet Sty at the Independent. A little guitar. I made two burritos, and ate while I watched "The Wire." Clean-up, listening to "Mirror in the Bathroom." Wnd's dad is not doing well, but her washing machine was fixed.

Now, a little more guitar, then bed.

Forgot to mention, a couple of days ago, I saw a rather portly older gentleman in a mini-van, really grooving out, and singing along to the Paul Williams song "Just and Old Fashioned Love Song." For some reason, I found this quite disturbing.