Ugh, sick with an actual cold thing - not covid or anything dramatic, just a really, really shitty cold. I just need to get better in three days before I have to go to a massive wedding in and around Cville and then immediately fly out of the country. We'll see, I guess. No time to catch my breath. 

The library program went really well. I've read for blind people before, but this was the first time reading tarot for the deaf. It was cool to work with the ASL interpreter, cooler still to have my first conversations with someone that way. It was a really neat experience. And there was a huge turnout, which made me feel good. 

In the graveyard, the leaves are definitely changing. There are swallowtail caterpillars all over my rue. My parents were in town last weekend; my dad somehow managed to win over my crows in two hours when I was downtown with my mom. 

I had a dream last night that I was walking through this unfamiliar city - somewhere in Europe, a tangle of little shops - with my friend Jill from college. It was a strange dream - we were talking about missed people and I felt like I wanted to confide with her about something, a missing space, an ache, a loss - but then I started to wake up and remembered myself even in the space of the dream. I guess that all sounds vague and foolish, but it's stuck with me over this cloudy, vague nothingness of a day.