Entry 66

Written on 20 April 2020, Monday:

Looking at a map of Spain. . . Or no, I’m in an old church, like a small, medieval cathedral, exploring it. The view then changes to looking at a map of Spain. A co-worker appears, the map becomes digital, and he enlarges it, then rotates it up-side-down, then rotates it again, right side up. It’s like he’s working on some article on the Camino. I explain something about how the Camino article is about the past, or the future, but it should be about the present, about the “rumblings” on the camino, how in my day I found out about it being closed on Reddit pretty much right on the day it was closed because of the coronavirus.

Then I’m in the kitchen in our flat, cooking lasagna in the oven. I open the oven to check if it’s done. The neighbor’s cat slips in, jumping inside the oven. I try to let it out, but it seems to want to stick to the back, rub itself to the back of the oven. Isn’t it hot in the back there? I worry about the cat getting cooked with the lasagna. I fiddle with the dials of the oven, but I wasn’t sure or didn’t know (it was hazy) if I was turning down the heat or turning it up to force the cat out. I open the oven door and finally the cat jumps out.