Back Again

Everyday I try to convince myself that I am either too Tired to write this, or that I have nothing to say. I must not believe that voice. I know i could say it and contentedly go on about my evening, napping (as now i wish i was doing) or reading. Today, however, was a blur. So much so that during the day i remember exclaiming to myself how difficult it is to focus at all. I was not excited, patient, happy, sad, efficient, witty... i could go on, but let us just say my shoulders are resting on my desk and I can hardly hold them up. An example, you say, fair reader. well, as i hope he will see, Nathan and i sat down to lunch.  A lunch trifecta, actually. There was I, who ateth of Chic pea tandori, Nathan, who had consum'd stuffed red peppers, and John Gotulla, who i head of the Students Association at the Geneva Experimental Station (now the second group called SAGEs that i am part of). John, who i saw walking towards the lunch room, appeared to be carrying a bag of trash that turned out to be a 5 course meal including steamed vegetables, gravy, roast beef, apples, rice, and a drink. We ended up sitting together with our lunches that would make all mothers smile with self-satisfied contentment. I do not remember this meal. I mean I do, but unlike other moments when i was magically saved by a single honest moment, nothing came. We sat wondering, wishing that we had lunch by ourselves, tired, and wishing even more that we could say something interesting. alas, a single failure among many victories.