but still should have been able to write here. I get into a fog of ennui and laziness.
Have been wasting my time listening to Dan Brown's latest pot-boiler, Inferno, on my ipod.
Good old Robert Langdon and his mysterious codes, and the rush to save the world from another catastrophe. The plot is full of contrivances, but it's still gripping. I also loved all the descriptions of the city of Florence, which I've visited just once, for three days, and want to return to very much.
Last night I had a Yearbook Nightmare. These used to occur every August during the fifteen years when I was a Yearbook Advisor for high school yearbooks in Petersburg Virginia and Baltimore Maryland. The nightmare usually involved the yearbooks arriving with the wrong cover, or the names on the wrong photos. I haven't been a Yearbook Advisor now since 1996, so this one came out of nowhere. In this one, I somehow had acquired responsibility for getting a yearbook out, and there was nothing to put in it... or next to nothing. A few photos, no page plans... a staff who didn't know what they were doing. The high school seemed to be a combination of my own alma mater, Bishop Shanahan, and Seton High in Baltimore; in the waking world, both schools are no longer in the buildings where the dream took place. Michelle Bower, a colleague from MSM who is now living in Vermont, was really the Advisor, but somehow I got into it. Lots of confusion and racing around. I woke up exhausted. Perhaps all the chase scenes from Inferno fueled this frenetic dream.