and then our exile

I have just spent a long, long, long time typing up my notes from a Meeting for a certain Someone whom I am sure will be appreciative--if she ever returns to the world. i do believe Workman has swept her away into some other illusory universe high in the clouds. And so, I sit here after midnight and watch the sky, hoping that if i see a falling body I'll be able to run and catch it before it hits the ground and makes a crater and wakes up everyone in my family.

And now I remember that someone from Ecknawar will be sending the official notes out over the listserv, anyways. But, no matter: my effort remains, a labour of love [for myself, of course. ^_^ i had to prove i could take notes without ralph.].
Having come home, I've prayed 'isha and witr, have gone on a late-night walk, have eaten all the cookies i took along but forgot about, and, having typed for a long time, am now ready to sleep. i actually slept for eight hours last night---a luxury i do not allow myself regularly.

i promised the Jaguar i'd write him a sonnet, tonight. but he must wait--it is now too late to think of any such endeavors, and i must do my best.

but, anyways. exams are evil. and i will sink if i do not swim. and so i must swim. wasalam.