|Chinatown, Victoria, British Columbia|
Maybe it's the week of rest and relaxation, now a sort of distant thing but for the quiet within. Maybe it's the plunging back in, the laundry, the late mornings, sleeping in, the shouts of summer, the brooding, the heavy blanket of relationship. Or maybe it's the five thousand, six hundred and eighty-six episodes of Brothers and Sisters that I've watched on my Kindle Fire. I'm reading The Middle Passage, a slim book written by a Swiss Jungian analyst. Maybe it's the subtitle of the book, From Misery to Meaning in Midlife. In any case, I'm hard put to write anything at all.