tax day

Swami is so cute when he sings to himself in the hall. He didn't give us cookies today. It rained the whole time, and I had a religious experience feeling of light around my head when I closed my eyes while I was praying. Well, that will make a person feel like bowing and putting their forehead on the carpet. But when it's over, I always want to bolt. And vespers was more people than I'd ever seen, Indians. P was playing again, and we shared a loving wave.

The music isn't really written correctly, and a person has to go a certain number of times to understand the idiosyncratics. Some of the stuff that isn't written down at all I can't sing because I can't remember it since it's not in English. But I learn more every time. Going is like sitting--just do it over and over again, and the pattern will make its own meaning if necessary.

Erik's doing taxes. He's so level-headed and not going crazy at all, like I used to go crazy in previous years when I didn't trust him and did them myself. But how ironic that I was the one who messed up, and thank god they caught my error and gave us the difference. "Don't let me forget the renter's credit," he said, and we got a credit of some kind for paying so much interest on student loans.

I'm working on other projects! I never know what anything will come to, but just let myself. I have no idea how this day passed. We didn't even go anywhere, just the postie, and I sent a package to Beth. But I don't think daylight savings is going to really mess me up since I don't have to be anywhere at any particular time.