After arriving in NYC I promptly got sick with a stomach bug, which swept me off my feet like true love does not. I met up with my cousin Haim who I had not seen in 13 years; he is now bearded and studying to be a rabbi.
Now I'm back in the Hudson Valley, trying to make my stomach accept the food I offer it. I went to the studio and drew for a bit for class tomorrow. Goals for the rest of today: write. write all I know about pre-saccadic shifts in attention. And to get some more food down.
wish me luck.
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