oh and one more thing. a runner was raped on the lake path and i thought i remembered a conversation when r. said why describe his clothing, he'll be changed by now, and i said well maybe someone saw him in the old clothing and knows where he goes, and then  read on dna they found the guy and i thought that's the guy we talked about, but r. said she didn't remember talking about any violent thing and i said well maybe it was a dream. but it was so ordinary, and even clearer. 
oh, well, what i meant to say is i try to listen, but certain things stay,and other things well, i can't rightly hear i guess. maybe i have morbid ears. it's important now in time of typically no reply that we listen when it matters, and to do that we may have to be selective, and take heart to know what matters, and give heed.

i try to listen. i don't always succeed. there are many distractions. the silence of dogs is comforting.

 p.s. r. says it was a story about a student being groped on campus, and i transposed it to the dna runner story, like a dream. mystery solved, r. says. but it's still a mystery.