Caryl and I had a girls' evening out--we checked out the Tampico Mexican Grill that is relatively new to Charles Street and then saw the anithesis of domestic bliss at the Charles Theatre, a few blocks down from the restaurant.

Tomorrow morning I will wake up early, to the tune of my old commute, and escort my sister down to the train station, then I'll come back home, and if all goes according to plan, catch another hour of sleep before my real day begins.

I feel weird, like something I already know, is occurring to me all at once, as though it were new. Can you have a revelation of something or someone you already know? Can you relearn the face of the man whose face you have committed to memory with all your energy and strength? Is it possible that his smile would unfold like a crisp sheet snapping in a breeze, the image of it flying up sharply and settling calmly, landing squarely in the center of my soul. Oh. That's right. Yes. I know him...