breakfast... bedtime... more Bs

michael just called on his way down for breakfast at the scandic. as i was saying good morning owen woke up bleary eyed and stumbled into my office and then i gently said good night as i held his hand back to bed. i asked owen if he needed some bedtime water and he just kept murmuring "owen is OK. . . owen is OK" and after some hair twirling fell back asleep. so good morning, goodnight, we are OK and begininning and ending our cycles which seems somehow appropriate for all of this writing and thinking of v. woolf. here's a bit from the waves, the opening and the closing interlude in which the day, and also life, begins and ends and the cycles of the sun and the sea rise and fall:

The sun had not yet risen. The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly ceased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it. . .
Now the sun had sunk. Sky and sea were indistinguishable. The waves breaking spread their white fans far out over the shore, sent white shadows into the recesses of sonorous caves . . .