Momentous day — the wedding of one Mr. Shapiro brought out the dancing, singing, and general merriment of all present. Failed game of rock paper scissors bunny carrots to be taken up later. Jokes told. Grassy hill sled upon. All around an historic and joyous occasion.
Once home the day returned largely to normal. A bit of gardening done and more work done on the pile of writing to be completed by end of week. The end is not yet in sight, though the first paper is shaping up quite nicely.
At wedding sat next to some people that looked vaguely familiar — lo, we had a high school class together. They remembered the epiphany box! That was a job well done. Of all the things I have created thus far in the PhD program, will any have the memorious longevity of the epiphany box?
Clearly was meant to be situationist artist.
Bed time.