to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet

My how the months escape me…July is just as much a shock as June. 

I’ve been trying to memorize the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock since there are so many slow points during the day at Bellerive.  I haven’t gotten past the third stanza, but I’ve still got the summer ahead of me.

It is dangerous for me to read the lord of the Rings, I just stop sleeping and read for hours and hours.  I’ve read almost all of the three books in the last week and a half.  Soon however I will need to start on my reading list for Russian, before my mother kills me.

Let us go then you and I…