It's late--past midnight--and I can't sleep. Late for someone who gets up at 7 every morning. this is different from my old life when 9 am was an early day. but then, in that life, midnight was like 10 p.m.
i tried to make ophelia--my three years old cat, who is steel grey and weighs five pounds--sleep with me tonight, but she slipped away. I trapped her under the sheets, pressing her little body against mine. she purred while she wriggled free, which i didn't understand. Her fur feels like the softest, sleekest cashmere scarf. except she bites if i pet her too long. she has many opinions on how to love her.
i am learning many things. i watched "law and order" ealier tonight, as a break from my studying. I was hoping the program would touch on some the legal principles I have been discovering, layer by layer.... maybe a show on the nature of "intent", for instance. No such luck... same old same old fake alibis and true motives and murder schemes.
i talked to an old friend the other day and it made me sad. for probobly alot of reasons. but maybe the overarching theme, if there is one: how differently we remember the past. and why we even remember it even in the first place. and how we learn from it, if we do.
i will try and sleep again. read a billy collin's poem or something of the kind to slip into dreams, away from case briefs, from the uncertain past, from my naughty cat. in the morning she will be sweet again, so there is that to anticipate.
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