I Slept...

...and I dreamed. Now, coming back to the waking world, I'm slightly confused. I'm not sure how to operate the controls on this game.

For Beth and Chris?

"And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor-
And this, and so much more?-
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while,
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
« That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all. »

No! I am no Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous-
Almost, at times, the Fool."

Ts Eliot, of course.

I'm Sick.

I feel weird. But you know? I just came home to an email from my boss saying, 'your the best' [sic] and it made my day.