I feel I should apologize for having recourse to the tents again - but by this stage of the semester I am running out of - out of what? Visual attention, I think. Who ever thought fifteen week semesters were a good idea? One week to go. This one has been especially lengthy - looking back, my father's funeral during its first week seems light years ago - and of course since then, I've been living in various parallel worlds - Los Angeles and Wimbledon; eight hours between them, and juggling paper work on two continents ... I wouldn't mind crawling into one of these tents, pulling the flaps over, and falling asleep.
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