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July 27, 2010
My sense of time is not reliable, I am told. I will think something happened weeks ago when it is provable to have happened yesterday. This happens frequently, and I am shocked every time it does. Dates confound me. History does not present itself as a timeline drawn neatly behind me, but as a crowded room with the guests milling around, Shakespeare chatting with Nixon; Catherine the Great cornering Taliesin. I am easily fooled about things that havenít yet happened. Yet I donít need an alarm clock. I wake up at exactly the same time every morning within 3 minutes.