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This is one of those times when I've been struck by inertia although I can't explain to you exactly what I mean by that. One of those times when both the kitchen and the water housed within it seem much too far away.
This is one of those times when I've started another search even though I told everyone, including myself, that I wouldn't.
This is one of those times when I'm here, still and quiet, when I feel like I should be somewhere else. In the kitchen perhaps, setting up for morning coffee. Or in the bathroom, cleaning the surfaces that I swear I've already cleaned a dozen times this week. Better yet, I suppose that I should be sweeping the hallway free of bits of leaves that Norbu and a friend carried in after spending an afternoon in swimming in a pile of leaves three feet deep in Riverside Park.
This is one of those times when this process seems pointless, meaningless. C'est la vie. That's the second time I've typed that phrase today. If it's so pointless I might as well get up and do those things I'm avoiding, right? Right. I knew you'd say that.