Dug Coal. Rained.: All Unremarkable

Teaching, meetings, advising -- all went smoothly, all unremarkable. Addison and I started to write a book together (The Cat Who Drank Cider) AFTER we played seven games of Connect Four and two (sped-up) games of SORRY.

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When Lynn found her great grandfather's diary, many of the entries read:

Dug Coal. Rained.

I suppose if my world demanded such work in such conditions, I too, may have grown terse.

On the other hand, the artificial imposition of Two Sentences A Day seemed like exactly what's needed to satisfy my yearning to archive the daily flow of life.

To bookmark particular sensations and experience.

To leave a scar that I can return to be assured that I really was alive back then:

My life really did happen.

So for the last year I wrote two sentences a day.

These days I'm re-reading to see whether the archival urge and the reflexive urge together can do anything to heal my soul or shed insight across a tiny sliver of the world...

Dug Coal. Rained.

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