running, reading, and that's about it

The rain stopped later this afternoon, so I decided to act against my inclination and go for a run. They say that if you're feeling at all depressed, physical exercise is a good idea. It's also a good idea if your body is accumulating unwanted mass. So out I staggered on the wet sidewalks and streets. The highlight is when I leave Keith Road two blocks east and turn down St. Davids Avenue. For a short half-block there is a lovely vista of Vancouver across the water. Today the city was in repose over the quiet water, screened by mist as though by fine talc floating in the air. The clouds had been ripped to long streamers and slips in the pristine blue sky. Unaccustomed sunlight flared off the water, a brilliant disk, too bright to look at.

I just came down quickly to key something in here, since I am letting the blog drop lately. But it is pushing on for 5:00, and I don't want to cut into my reading time (I already am). A feeling of endless, aimless research. I feel driven to study, but I never arrive anywhere. There is a throughput of books, but what do I know?

Well, I'll just have to trust. Yesterday afternoon I read Comparative Politics, Future: Tense by Gwynne Dyer (a favorite writer of mine; Kimmie gave me the book for my birthday), Communitarianism and Individualism, and Microbiology the Easy Way. Today I'll probably read from the same books.

Off I go.