Pessoa

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Today, feeling almost physically ill because of that age-old anxiety which sometimes wells up, I ate and drank rather less than usual in the first-floor dining room of the restaurant responsible for perpetuating my existence. And as I was leaving, the waiter, having noted that the bottle of wine was still half full, turned to me and said: “So long, Senhor Soares, and I hope you feel better.”

The trumpet blast of this simple phrase relieved my soul like a sudden wind clearing the sky of clouds. And I realized something I had never really thought about: with these cafe and restaurant waiters, with barbers and with the delivery boys on street corners I enjoy a natural, spontaneous rapport that I cannot say I have with those I supposedly know more intimately.

-- Fernando Pessoa, “The Book of Disquiet”

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weather

Another good rain today. At least we had already made it home from the commissary, and I got the cats inside without any major hassles. It was kind of light but steady for a few hours. I guess the cats will remain indoors overnight. And there's a chance of more rain tomorrow.

65. Pop

Walking to the car from the commissary, I see Pop is walking wobbly, and I ask if he is feeling alright. He says no, and I remember that he had said earlier that he feels like he is getting sick, like a flu. But he doesn't seem to have any flu-like symptoms. As usual, I worry about his falling down another notch in decrepitude. When we come home, he goes to bed for the next five or six hours, and he says he feels a bit better.

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