on my way to work there is a house for sale- with 5 bedrooms. this house is a box dug into a hill with a basement- the notion that there are 5 bedrooms has prompted several discussions with stephan before he gets out at the hs- are there 3 br up and 2 down- is there a bed in the laundry room- is the upstairs nothing more than 3 br and a kitchen? ah well, i am not interested enough to call the realtor and see for myself.

i envy poets, and people who think with their words in such a pleasing order- i spent yesterday trying to compose a poem in my head- but couldn't even find a first line. i like this poem by edna st. vincent millay-

my candle burns at both ends, it cannot last the night
but ah, my friends and oh, my foes
it makes a lovely light

i can certainly understand the sentiment of burning the candle at both ends. my new profession is a lot of intensive work followed by inexplicable lulls. ironically, on the busiest days, i don't have time to eat, and often remember that i have not eaten when i am already at hom,e and have neglected to bring something tasty with me.