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4:57 PM, it was (eventually) morning...

Out on the road last night I saw an interesting thing: a church steeple and a smoke stack -- almost right next to each other and each the same height, width, and general shape. Don’t know why the image has stuck in my mind.

On Friday I had a Guinness -- for Guinness Toast Night at Moondogs. Spent the last bit of the evening listening to the band (the SPUDS; they were good) and petting a small goat that someone had brought into the bar. The animal’s name was Snowflake, and it didn’t seem very happy with the surroundings. It seemed content to let me pet it, however -- so maybe that made Snowflake feel a little bit better.

I don’t know much about goats, though, so I can’t say for sure.

At dawn this morning (with me, sleepless) the world was the color of water running over stainless steel. It was cool, rainy. A perfect environment to sleep through.

Pearl Jam’s "Immortality" is playing on the stereo. I’m thinking of the church steeple and the smokestack, Snowflake the goat, and bleary pale mornings. I’m very tired.

Think I’ll go have a cup of tea.

--- JWR, 2/28/99