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—CZESŁAW MIŁOSZ, translated from Polish by Czesław Miłosz & Robert Hass 

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October 1, 2023 

Drizzle in the morning yesterday and a downpour in the evening, leaving Land Ocean in Folsom. Dinner was amazing and got to see a rainbow as I dropped off the folks. 

Rearranged C’s room today. He didn’t seem to be too concerned. Now, to clean out his closet. That’s a job for a rainy winter weekend. 

Crockpot chili and football this afternoon. I really should be writing my dissertation 🫠

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Count That Day Lost   

by George Eliot    

If you sit down at set of sun    

And count the acts that you have done,  

And, counting, find   

One self-denying deed, one word    

That eased the heart of him who heard,   

One glance most kind   

That fell like sunshine where it went - 

Then you may count that day well spent.  

But if, through all the livelong day,  

You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay -   

If, through it all   

You've nothing done that you can trace   

That brought the sunshine to one face -   

No act most small   

That helped some soul and nothing cost -    

Then count that day as worse than lost.