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twenty-four bicycles passed me on the walk to work this morning. again today it is in the nineties, humid as hell, and soupy air that thank god holds a little bit of wind while i'm walking.

last night i feverishly translated around twenty pages of written work. jason came in, drenched in sweat from the bike ride (no envy there) and said, are you working on a paper? i think he was confused. i must have looked a little driven. i said no, it was some translation work. he went and sat in the living room. at that point i realized it was already midnight, and i climbed into my sweat-sodden bed. i slept. no remembered dreams.

yesterday when talking to my mother on the phone she mentioned katie having had a good time at the beach. yeah, i said, she told me about it. i was walking along in the hot afternoon and feeling like a keen knife edge the divide between what i knew about that weekend and what she knew. the bomb waiting to drop on the other side of it. i said nothing. but this is one of the first times i've had that kind of information to withhold from her. and i wouldn't spill it, i didn't want to. it was just a new territory.

now i need to type the new translation pages, and will post some here later.

leah's letter came, and that made my night.
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