today and yesterday we had 15 minute visits with trudy. she had just eaten, and she just wanted to sleep. she said something-hair, and touched r.'s head, like touching a buddha. now she can rest. and now olive sleeps by my pillow and i read a fictional inquiry and in 48 minutes we zoom the circle of life. oh i read lydia davis why i write yesterday. r. is surprised how i go direct from book to book like crossing a stream stone by stone trying to keep my balance and not fall in.