Tuesday: MB headed to work. I had a sense that Leo was gone, and I felt that MB must know it also. Around 8 AM I went to check, and indeed yes. In keeping with Buddhist tradition, the body is not to be disturbed for a period after death. The belief is that one is actually in deep meditation for some time, even after the heart has stopped. So, I left him alone. A recording of monks chanting played in the room, looping a CD, but otherwise, the house was quiet this day.
A bit more sleep. Woke from having a dream that I was actually laughing in. It was a comedy routine that was a take-off on Sherlock Holmes, with the tag-line "The Dick with No Bite." Holmes and Watson were arguing over whether this was a good tag-line, or not. Watson's point of view was that most people wanted a little bite with their dick. Realized I was coming down with something. Down basement for practices. Paid a pile of bills. So many good causes with their hands out at this time of year. Drove in to work, stopping at the mall. Renewed my driver's licence. Funny to smile for the photo on the same day my dear friend passed on.
At work, a bit more on trying to improve the quality of the vari-speed, and work out a few remaining kinks. Didn't feel like eating much. Left early.
Back home, MB wasn't in yet. The monks were still singing. Down basement for practices. I heard MB come in, and went up to hang out. We were both feeling pretty wiped out, and emotionally drained from our friend's passing. To bed early. Woke around 2 AM, and couldn't get back to sleep for a while. My sinuses hurting, I think I have an infection. Neti-pot, a cup of tea, and ate the lunch MB had packed for me, sharing bits of cheese with Gus.
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