April 10: Liquefecation

1. Free lunch: Delicious sandwich waiting for me in a boardroom.
2. Un-Facebook: A former classmate recognized and stopped me at Union Station; earlier, a former colleague and I met briefly.
3. Poetry: I got up from my seat on the subway car and turned around. On the advertising space above was a poem, part of an ongoing series, that made me smile. I scribbled it down:

Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, methinks how sweetly flows
That liquefecation of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eye and see
That brave vibration, each way free,
O, how that glittering taketh me!

Robert Herrick (1591-1674)