Bears all its sons away
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day
“O God, Our Help in Ages Past,” Watts/Croft

That’s likely the most clever thing that’s going to happen here, that title.

It’s been a virtuous day, but not a thoughtful one. Except for my during-acupuncture meditation… and none of the larger thoughts from thence stuck. Just “knee braces”—I’m building a packing list.

I set out two over-arching goals for the week: “tidy up loose ends” and “make sure B gets back to school in good form.” B, of course, is handling 95% of the latter. I’ve knocked twelve action items off the former in two days. Maybe I’ve cleared my decks for thoughtful work tomorrow!

Lastly in this collection of miscellany: for the time being I’m beyond snacking in the late afternoon. Because yesterday I took a 4pm snack “to tide me over” and felt about as hungry after eating it as I had before I began. There’s nothing like futility to put the kibosh on a thing.