Tuesday, January 20, 2026

My Husband's Back — Susan Minot

Sunday evening.
Breakdown hour. Weeping into
a pot of burnt rice. Sun dimmed
like a light bulb gone out
behind a gray lawn of snow.
The baby flushed with the flu
asleep on a pillow.
The fire won't catch.
The wet wood's caked
with ice. Sitting
on the couch my spine
collides with all its bones
and I watch my husband
peer past the glass grate
and blow.
His back in a snug plaid shirt
gray and white
leaning into the woodstove
is firm and compact
like a young man's back.

And the giant world which swirls
in my head
stopping most thought
suddenly ceases
to spin. It sits
right there, the back I love,
animal and gamine, leaning
on one arm.
I could crawl on it forever
the one point in the world
turns out
I have travelled everywhere
to get to.

When things disappear, where do they go?









Everyone knows that when something in your home is nowhere to be found, the only sure way to find it is to buy another one.

But while you're waiting for the replacement, what exactly is going on with the original?

I've long believed stuff enters a parallel universe once it vanishes, where it does exactly what it did in mine until being "rediscovered."

I've never told anyone about my belief because at best they'll think I'm joking and at worst, well, I don't wanna go there.

Too bad  my theory won't be confirmed until around 2525.

Wait a sec... what's that song I'm hearing?

Grind like an Aztec















The molcajete (mortar and pestle) carved from volcanic rock is among the world's oldest kitchen tools.

The fierce looking implement pictured above has traveled from the shores of Lake Texcoco in Mexico to the Williams-Sonoma catalog looking very much like it would be perfectly at home in the great Aztec city of Tenochtitlan.

Carved from a single basalt rock.

From $59.95.

Monday, January 19, 2026

'Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments'

Indianlarrywifeatconeyisland

Remember that line?

It's the first sentence of Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare.

In the same way that a grain of sand can contain a world if regarded in the right light, so does the single word "admit" form an avenue of inquiry into the mind–body problem, issues of moral freedom, and much more in the mind of one John Lye, professor of English at Brock University in Canada.

Here is what he wrote, excerpted from his essay "Contemporary Literary Theory," which appeared in the 1993 Brock Review.

    Impediments: A Deconstructionlike Reading

    Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments. Love is not love
    Which alters where it alteration finds
    Or bends with the remover to remove.
    — William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

    One might ask, does the word "admit" mean confess or allow to enter?

    Is "impediment" a legal or a conceptual term here, or a term from the world of physical manipulation, a stumbling block (the literal meaning of impediment, something that gets in the way of pedes, the foot), an intervention?

    While the word "impediment" as a moral or social hindrance is taken from the marriage ceremony, that explanation does not exhaust the meaning potential.

    In contemporary usage impediment was also a physical defect or impairment, a speech defect, and baggage; its meanings must potentially (from L. potentia, power) include even as they differentiate from these possibilities.

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    And why, one wonders, are the worlds of criminality (admit) and of fault (impediment) immediately entered into the world of true minds ?

    Why is it that, on the levels of both conceptualization and enunciation, the nice flow of the first line is suddenly interrupted by two tough latinate words which seem to come from discourse and areas of concern other than that of the world of the marriage of true minds?

    The words not only need to be figured out, but actually enter worlds of opposition on several levels (criminality vs innocence, fault vs wholeness, social/legal vs moral/philosophical).

    Hasn't the poem just admitted a number of impediments while saying it wasn't going to admit impediments?

    There are impediments on the level of articulation (as the line stumbles over "admit impediments," and when it gets to "impediments," the line stops dead and has to start on another tack, "Love"), on the level of cognitive flow, on the level of moral reality, and also on the level of cogency -- for, after all, the world of the judicial ('confess', impediments , and also marriage, a legal act) has control over bodies and property, not over minds, and the poem has referred us to a marriage of minds .

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    The phrase itself the marriage of true minds implicitly admits an impediment.

    This impediment is the body, which is admitted but denied by the word impediment with its root reference to stumbling feet but its usage in conceptual ways, and which is implied by "marriage."

    The phrase "marriage of true minds" enters the whole question of the body by being explicit about the marriage of minds, whereas marriage itself is a union of bodies and property.

    The body is also entered through the contemporary uses of the word impediment as a physical defect or impairment, as a speech defect, as baggage.

    The body is admitted by marriage most strongly through the fact that marriage is a social act (sanctified by the Church, the Body of Christ, and only legal when witnessed by others, bodily presences), through the realm of the legal, the control of bodies, and through the legitimation of marriage, as a marriage which was not consummated, an interesting concept in itself, was considered not to be a marriage.

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    There is yet another impediment in the sentence.

    The word "true" in reference to minds suggests of course straightness or levelness, body values, but it suggests by exclusion the unstraightness of mind that the true is structured against and includes by difference.

    If the speaker has to say "true minds" then there are untrue minds, so we have to ask what the 'mind' is here that is being married, what the nature of mind is.

    The word cannot refer to some abstract, non-physical value or being if mind can be unstraight, morally unsound, not on the level, therefore fallen, therefore (as fallen) in the world of action and conflict and thus of the body.

    But "mind" is obviously opposed to the body, and the body is an impediment.

    The sentence's play of meaning forces us inexorably back to the centrality of the body, and questions the status of mind .

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    There is another impediment that the poem admits from the very beginning: after all, who is to let or not let him admit impediments? (Startling enough, in Shakespeare's time a "let" was a hindrance, an impediment).

    There is someone who can stop him from not admitting impediments, otherwise he would not have said "Let me not"; a world of power and restriction peeks forth, qualifying the apparent freedom the line claims.

    As well, "Let me not," with its implicit emotional appeal, takes us back psychically to the world of restriction, prohibition, forbidding, in its colloquial force and its imperative, demanding tone, to the two-year old's universe, it is evocation therefore of narcissism, of the taboo, of the root conflict of social life and personal identity, and thus enters us into a world of meaning which itself on the surface sorts oddly with the social/legal language that follows.

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    There is in the sentence as a counter-current a narcissism, the juvenile self-aggrandizement of a speaker who thinks he could in fact stop the marriage of true minds.

    But if anyone can stop the marriage of true minds, as obviously he believes that they can (or he can), then it is probably because the marriage of true minds does depend on the powers of property, the body, physical and social force, and so the line really does not in fact claim the power or liberty of the spiritual nature of humans, as an unsuspecting reading might assume, but claims instead the power of the physical and judicial.

    This may well what the line really confesses or, to put it another way, the reality that the ideological structure masks: that the social, judicial, physical elements of our world do in fact have the force over a union of persons that the line denies that they do, and perhaps that in point of fact a person is comprised of these physical, social, legislative elements, these worlds of discourse, of the constitutive imaginary.

    The case could be made that the idealism of the apparent meaning of the line, which depends on there being real, isolatable, inviolate minds is what is ultimately undermined.

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    Not only does this sentence launch us on a strange journey of oppositions and contradictions, but it enters us into whole worlds of discourse and concern — the long philosophical debates about mind as opposed to the body, the place of the power of the judicial in the world of body and mind, the sociality of the individual, the nature of marriage and what it entails, the physicality of marriage both sexually and legally and the relation of that physicality to the moral world, issues of moral freedom, of issues of what constitutes the good.

    These differing but implicated worlds, with their differing assumptions, language uses and emotional resonances--importantly including the poetic expressions of theses debates — become part of the meaning of the line.

AirPods Pro 3: fo' shizzle






















Long story short: In pre- and post-Snoop Doggy Dog (Snoop Dogg's name before he shortened it) lingo, they're fantastic.

The noise cancellation — said by Apple to be 2x better than AirPods Pro 2 — is otherworldly.

Turning on noise cancellation in a noisy environment is almost like being instantly teleported to a parallel world where sound is unknown.

I spent some time taking the built-in hearing test, which was fun: it's like a contest with no losing outcome, since you're gonna get a result no matter what.

Up top and below, my results.













They're spot on, consistent with my experience IRL: the hearing in my left ear is not nearly as good as in my right, such that I always sleep on my right side in a noisy environment so that it seems quieter.

More?

Kimberly Gedeon's excellent review of her experience with the AirPods Pro 3, which appeared in Prevention in November 2025,  has details along with discussions of the many other upgrades in version 3.

NASA Releases the Long-Awaited Video of Kepler's Supernova Remnant


Universe Today back story here.

Want more?

NASA's got you covered.

Sunday, January 18, 2026

bookofjoe's YouTube Channel: December 2025 in Review













Every month YouTube sends me an email with all sorts of metrics and results about who's watching my stuff and what they like best.













One thing I noticed years ago: the number of new subscribers each month is approximately equal to the number of videos I upload (above).

I must say, I rarely look at the report because I'm not results driven and thus even if people don't like my videos 99% of which feature my calico cat Vanta, if I like them, well that's all that matters to me.



PageBoy Folding Book Holder









I first featured this nifty device back in 2005 and I still use the one I bought back then.

It cost $5.99 at the time.

Below, my original post from August 7, 2005.

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    PageBoy Folding Book Holder

    I bought one of these at least ten years ago and still use it when I travel.

    It's beaten up but still perfectly functional.

    I've been looking for a source since then without luck until yesterday when I turned the page in a giant library supply catalog and voila, there it was.

    Now I can give them to people and share a superb design with excellent function.




















      From the website:

      Folding book holder is compact enough for storage inside a binder or folder, yet it is sturdy enough to support an unabridged dictionary.

      Hold any kind of book, newspaper, or magazine open for convenient note taking.

      Great for displaying literature, too.

    Chrome–plated steel.

    4.5"H x 7.5"W x 6.5"D.

    Folds flat for transport.






















Rage as Power

Rage

Rage has carried me through nearly unbearable, terrible periods in my life.

Take medical school.

I hated it from the very first day.

I never wanted to be a doctor but ended up in med school for a variety of reasons.

I knew there was no going back: what else would I do if I didn't get my M.D.?

An undergraduate degree from UCLA in political science didn't offer a whole lot of promising opportunities.

So it was that I started medical school.

And I finished it: on time, graduating with my class "in the top half," as they say.

But not by a whole lot.

Med school was a death march for me.

Boring, hard and frustrating, it was a seemingly endless progression of uncertainty–filled and sleep–deprived days and nights.

There was rarely anything that enabled me to forget how miserable I was.

I have a very high tolerance for personal discomfort, boredom and misery.

Such characteristics do enable one to accomplish quite a lot when others are throwing in the towel and saying, "this is ridiculous."

Rage is power.

Saturday, January 17, 2026

Critical mass is the key to success

    Cmhoward

    My dad said two things over his entire lifetime that were of lasting value to me.

    The first: "A penny saved is better than a penny earned — because you don't have to work to save a penny."

    Excellent.

    The second: "If you throw enough garbage against the wall some of it will stick."

    Actually, he used a four–letter synonym for the word "garbage" but this is the G-Rated version.

    Anyway, the second has proved to be a far deeper insight than I had any reason to believe when I first heard it.

    Because what I like to call the "critical mass" effect is, I believe, a key component of success.

    If you send enough spam email, even the tiniest number of people buying whatever it's selling multiplies to a huge amount of money.

    If you ask enough people to do something almost all will refuse but every now and then, for whatever reason, someone will say yes.

    The key is persistence.

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    You simply have to be willing to spend almost limitless amounts of time and effort ringing up numbers for the denominator: all it takes is one to succeed if you ask the right question.

    I'm reminded of Albert Szent–Georgyi's advice to young scientists looking for a research problem: "If you're going to go fishing, use a big hook."

    In many cases it takes no more effort to get a big thing right than a little one, so why not think big?

    This concept, of endless attempts that end in failure almost universally, is somewhat akin to that of emergent phenomena, the tendency of systems to organize and develop entirely new forms and functions once a certain scale is reached.

    Lenin's observation that "Quantity has its own quality" wasn't meant to describe happenings on an atomic or microscopic scale; rather, he was referring to the power that armies afford over individuals.

    A cell here and a cell there don't amount to much; put enough of them in close proximity, though, and you may get life.

    So do the scientists of AI reason: if enough computing power is brought to bear, consciousness will emerge.

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    So if life and consciousness are emergent phenomena, is it any surprise that everything that results from them echoes their own origins?

Butter Hack























Tired of torn bread and toast because your butter just out of the fridge is stiff and cold?

Try this one small trick.

As they used to say....

But I digress.

If it doesn't work, let me know and I will refund twice what you paid for this hack.

ProPublica Rx Inspector









From Pro Publica: "The FDA won't tell Americans where their generic drugs are made, so ProPublica did it instead. Use information on your prescription label to locate the factory and see inspection reports."












Have at it!

Below, the back story of my 3 daily (x 30 years!) meds.













Friday, January 16, 2026

2 Years of Vision Pro










I was at my fanboi best in early 2024 and pre-ordered the Vision Pro such that it arrived on the release date: February 24, 2024.

EXCITEMENT!

That's an understatement, BTW.

But I digress.

I slowly unboxed it after just staring at the pristine package for a week, anticipating imminent transport into the future.

Here's a timeline:

Early March 2024: Finally opened the box and took everything out.

Spent the next two months becoming familiar with the device and ascending what was for me a very steep learning curve. It was exhausting at times such that I had to end my sessions because I was so frustrated and tired of the device's weight (about 1.5 pounds, not well distributed on my head and face).

For the next year or so I explored what functions and apps and capabilities it has: I quickly learned it's useless for me for anything work or productivity-related.

In the summer of last year I read an interview with Tim Cook — who had earlier stated he wore the device all day in his capacity as Apple's boss,, which I believe is an out and out fabrication — in which he mentioned as an aside that he liked to use the device while lying down.

That changed everything for me: all of a sudden the uncomfortable weight of the device was evenly distributed across my face and it was no longer a limiting factor in my use.

Also, by then I'd explored everything available on the VP and apart from fantastic immersive videos of an Alicia Keys studio session and a riveting video of slacklining over a canyon in Norway, there was nothing of special interest.

Yes, an "Avatar" movie in 3D was pretty compelling but really the only thing I used the device for from then on watching movies, and only movies with a large physical scope and setting, such films being enhanced by the VP's tech, which enable me to put a 4K virtual screen ranging in size (my choice) from 3 feet to 40 feet diagonally with NO loss of detail anywhere I wanted it in the room.

And that 4K video on that large a screen is simply breathtaking, especially close-ups.

Lagniappe: you take it off to do something else, put it down, and when you pick it up the screen's in exactly the same [virtual] place relative to your surroundings that you left it.

In late October Apple release an improved headband along with an upgraded Vision Pro featuring the M5 chip: I ordered the new headband instanter and indeed it makes using the device somewhat better in terms of comfort compared to the aftermarket 3-D printed headband I bought in mid-2024 and used up to now.

Summary:

1. I would strongly recommend against buying a Vision Pro: too expensive/little specialized content/extremely difficult to use. I don't think anyone I know would use it on a regular basis after being frustrated trying to get it working. My "pathological patience" was essential in carrying me past the "rage against the machine" frustration of the first couple months. From what I read on tech websites, an overwhelming majority of owners never use their device.

2. I love watching action/adventure/large-scale movies on the VP, and do so on average once or twice a week. One great thing I've discovered is that watching a movie in daytime is the same as at night: once you're inside the VP's reality field, the outside doesn't exist. Also, it's fun to use the device's settings to see my surroundings and especially my cat sleeping on my lap while I watch. The VP's audio is fantastic, superrealistic and ambient, never too loud, and focused in such a way that my sleeping cat doesn't hear a thing while the action happens onscreen.

3. If, like me, you don't like being disturbed by people knocking on your door, using the VP lets you watch while to the outside world there's only the sound of silence.

You don't have to understand something to like it


The headline refers to the terrific 8-episode series "The Copenhagen Test," currently streaming on Peacock.

It's a shadows and mirrors sort of spy thriller where no one is who they seem until they peel off yet another layer of deception.

And even then you're not sure.

But that's OK, because the actors and stylishness of the production and plausibly bleeding edge technologies featured are in and of themselves highly watchable and interesting.

It's a variation on Gilbert & Sullivan's 

        Things are seldom what they seem/ Skim milk masquerades as cream.

from H. M.S. Pinafore — except with guns.

It's so good that I couldn't stop watching after Episodes 4 & 5 even though it was getting late (10:30 pm) so I watched Episode 6, so very exciting and ending way past my bedtime — but I realized I wouldn't get to sleep while wondering what happened next so I capitulated and watched 7 & 8.

One more thing: even though I'm paying for Peacock Premium, some movies and shows — like this one — have commercials.

Each 50 minutes-or-so long episode is preceded by a 15-seconds-long commercial and interrupted by five more, ranging from 30 to 90 seconds long, every 8-10 minutes.

I didn't much mind them, perhaps because commercials are so unusual now in streaming video but more importantly because there's a countdown timer in a corner of the screen so I can try to perfectly synchronize the commercials' end to turning off the "Mute" function.

Helpful Hints from joe-eeze: How to get the most out of your dishwasher
















Steve Eddy was the marketing director for dishwashing products for G.E.

He told Sarah Tilton, in the "Tricks of the Trade" feature in the Wall Street Journal, how the experts do their dishes.

No matter how tired Eddy is after a day's work, he insists on loading the dishwasher himself after dinner with his wife and two children.

From the article:

Pre-rinse dishes only if you're using an older machine (five years old or more) — in newer models pre-rinsing can fool the sensors into thinking the dishes are cleaner than they are.

When unloading, start with the bottom rack so any water trapped in a cup above won't spill onto the dry dishes below.

Pots, pans, and plates go on the bottom because that's where the most water goes.

Silverware goes in with the handles up.

If the load is heavy on plastics, use the cooler plastics cycle so the items don't become misshapen.

For especially large items such as oven grates and refrigerator crispers, remove the top shelf.

FunFact: In 1983 when I first moved into the house I still live in (it was built in 1967 by the man who sold it to me), I used the dishwasher one time.

It made so much noise that I've never used it since.

I even had it disconnected from the plumbing.

I still wash my dishes by hand just like I did in college and thereafter.

Old ways are the best ways.

Silence is golden.

Wait a sec — what's that song I'm hearing?

Thursday, January 15, 2026

'I said be careful, her bracelet is really a ruler...'













True.

LeeAnn Herreid repurposes real stainless steel rulers into bracelets with inch and centimeter markings.













1/4", 1/2", 3/4', or 1" wide.













$40-$64.

Wait a sec — what's that song I'm hearing?

Peckish? Cup Noodles FTW























From time to time I tire of FitJoy crackers or Heath bars when I'm a bit hungry and don't want to mess with pots or pans or bowls etc.

It always comes down to a choice between Nissin Cup Noodles and hot dogs.

Cup Noodles: 2 minutes prep time; a fork to rinse off after

• Hot dogs: 12 minutes prep time in toaster oven, requiring a second trip to turn them over halfway through; paper plate; knife and tongs to wash

The winner 99% of the time here at boj World Headquarters©®™: Cup Noodles.

That's a lot of satisfaction for 37 cents.

It Will Continue to Grow Except at That Point
















"What if you held a tree long enough for it to grow around your hand?"

For a piece called "It Will Continue to Grow Except at That Point," Giuseppe Penone fitted a cast of his hand to a growing tree and the tree grew around it for over 10 years.

Wednesday, January 14, 2026

On timing blog posts











Longtime readers will know that from bookofjoe's inception on August 24, 2004, I always timed my posts to appear at 1 minute after the hour.

I did this because I sometimes confused am and pm when it came to posting at noon and midnight so I figured I'd eliminate that uncertainty/ambiguity.

I was surprised that no one ever asked me how come I followed that practice.

When Typepad shut down on September 30, 2024, and I moved boj over to Blogger, I planned to continue timing my posts to appear 1 minute after the hour.

Uh-uh: as you can see from the graphic up top, Blogger's not amused by my hack and insists I follow its format, which allows posts only on the half hour and hour.

So be it.

Blood Alcohol Content (BAC) Drink Driving Limits across Europe























Res ipsa loquitur.



Helpful Hints From joe–eez: How to remove a broken light bulb

Aasdd

So the screw part of the bulb is stuck in the socket, with sharp glass pieces sticking out; and those wiggly things in the middle don't look like a whole lot of fun either.

Well, guess what: been there, done that, and not very well, I must confess.

Take these steps:

1) Get a potato. No, this is not a joke — just get one.

2) Turn off the power to the socket or light.

3) Remove the fuse or turn the breaker off.

Note: If you don't know how to do step 3 do not continue — repeat, do not continue. Instead, find someone who can execute step 3 for you.

4) Push the narrow end of the the potato into the screw cap/remains of the light bulb.

5) Twist and the broken base should emerge, buried in the potato.

I recommend gloves and safety glasses.

Zxcv_1

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

'Safe'



This is the 30-year anniversary of Todd Haynes' terrific film starring Julianne Moore as a woman with multiple chemical sensitivities. 

YouTube description: 

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"Safe" tells the story of Carol White, a Los Angeles housewife whose affluent environment turns against her in the form of an inexplicable illness. What begins as sudden allergic reactions to everyday chemicals, fragrances, and fumes turns increasingly violent, transforming the laminated safety of Carol's existence into an everyday life of terror. When she is diagnosed with an immune disorder called 'Twentieth Century Disease," she sets off to New Mexico in search of treatment.

100 Best Music Videos of the 2010s


















From the Internet Music Video Database: "It's the end of an incredible ten years for music videos. Celebrate by checking out our list (in chronological order) of the best 100 videos of the decade."

Fair warning: there goes the day.

Wait a sec — what's that song I'm hearing?

BehindTheMedspeak: McMan's Depression and Bipolar Web























A great website, one of the best on the internet.

It's been up since 2001 and has likely saved a lot of lives.

If you're depressed, have a look.

If not, see what it's like.

He wrote: "My name is John McManamy. I am a former financial journalist with a law degree who has struggled with bipolar disorder most of my life."

Back in 2001, as I tried to stay afloat during a devastating depression, I happened on his website.

It was pretty much the only thing I was capable of doing, going to his site and reading what other depressed people had to say.

Misery loves company.

But I digress.

I was so depressed that my day centered around gathering the energy to clean my cat's litter box.

In some mysterious way, seeing that I wasn't alone in my inability to function, mirrored by so many people who frequented McManamy's website, helped fortify me, eventually enabling me to crawl back from a terrible place.

When I was at my very worst, I emailed him just to have someone to communicate with.

Each time I did, he emailed me right back with very helpful advice.

Nowadays you can message him on Facebook.

What a great person.

As long as his site stays up, it will continue to be a beacon of hope in the pitch-black darkness for people who suddenly find themselves lost in a world that once seemed so familiar.

Monday, January 12, 2026

The Book of Disquiet — Fernando Pessoa

Hipii


In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it's because I have nothing to say.


I was born in a time when the majority of young people had lost faith in God, for the same reason their elders had had it — without knowing why.


For those few like me who live without knowing how to have life, what's left but renunciation as our way and contemplation as our destiny?


I see life as a roadside inn where I have to stay until the coach from the abyss pulls up. Night will fall on us all and the coach will pull up. I enjoy the breeze I'm given and the soul I was given to enjoy it with, and I no longer question or seek.


Sadly I write in my quiet room, alone as I have always been, alone as I will always be. And I wonder if my apparently negligible voice might not embody the essence of thousands of voices, the longing for self-expression of thousands of lives, the patience of millions of souls resigned like my own to their daily lot, their useless dreams, and their hopeless hopes.


To express something is to conserve its virtue and take away its terror.


I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.


The mere thought of having to enter into contact with someone else makes me nervous. A simple invitation to have dinner with a friend produces an anguish in me that's hard to define. The idea of any social obligation whatsoever — attending a funeral, dealing with someone about an office matter, going to the station to wait for someone I know or don't know — the very idea disturbs my thoughts for an entire day, and sometimes I even start worrying the night before, so that I sleep badly. When it takes place, the dreaded encounter is utterly insignificant, justifying none of my anxiety, but the next time is no different.