On Déjà Vu

I've been rewarded the past couple days with easy work schedules: reading Deleuze and magazines, holed up in a library. I wake up when the sun does, washing off the night. I write three pages on scripture handed to me on a small, white paper. I work from 8:30-5, eating when I can and running to meet plans, elsewhere. I am being called.

I have made it through two pages in The Fold: Leibniz and the Baroque, and I am hoping for another two today. Writing my notes just ten minutes ago, I knew déjà vu.

This means I am in the correct place. I am centered and moving on the right path.