and then our exile

Okay. Enough on hallowe'en. I meant to make a point, which I believe has been made. Except possibly for Cait and Chris, but they're anomalies.

I have nothing to say for the moment--just that my eyes are feeling funny, slightly tingly, as I try to crinkle them up. But I am determined to remain in this form until mother mine arrives home. Paint and cookies all the way. boom!

i am also upset at my calender: it tells me it is the twenty-third, today. and i think yesterday was the twenty-first. someone has swallowed twenty-two. :@ i think it was my math teacher. an exam i did not know what to do with. babaji returns on the twenty-sixth. and the march-rally is on the twenty-fifth. and ramadan begins on the twenty-seventh, or so. and the second is the day of the next ECAWAR meeting. i think. not sure if i'll go or not--taraweeh, after all, is first priority. i'll have Someone go in my stead, perhaps. and then, the ninth is the unplanned action against the apartheid wall. and on the fourteenth i go for i'tikaaf. and miss the parkland conference. alas for Naomi Klein.

it is absolutely BEAUTIFUL outside, after a morning which [though wet] was good too. and so i leave.
---have just reached up to scratch my ear and was shocked at how it felt. ^_^ was doing the ears necessary?
at least there is photo-evidence.