A lot of things I want to do but can't, it's not a big deal, rich inner life.

Talking with coworkers about Donald Barthelme, got me thinking about all the books in parents' house, what fun that was as a kid, scifi, Pogo, Dali cookbook, etc., etc. Realms of the unreal, beats working.

Leaving work soon, coming back later, coming back briefly tomorrow, then footloose & fancy-free, no faerie to go hand in hand with, still better than nothing.

Thinking about Oberon, outermost of Uranus's large satellites.