momentous
Waiting for the dog to finish her dinner and listening to the sound of her eating, and then to the click of her claws as she wanders toward the back of the apartment in search of praise or reassurance or perhaps another round of dinner. The dishwasher needs to be emptied, and although it is Sunday, I am doing a bit of work that I was too tired to do on Friday. There are a few chores to be done around the house; these are small tasks, mostly, and ones that I have put off for a while (much like I have put off reading the stacks of books that I would like to read and that grow ever-larger with each trip to the bookstore or library). I think about the phrase ‘vulgar economist’ and the tender, affectionate contempt with which Marx writes of ‘our Adam’, who is not old Adam, but rather Adam Smith, a different vector of (economic and logical) sin. It is distraction and being at once, and suffices.