It’s night. This day had too many tasks. Maybe the daughter will go to Deep Space Nine on Netflix. Or maybe, she’ll go to Phaeacia on Audible.com. Yes Phaeacia, she has her earphones on and she’s listening to Odysseus talking to Nausicaa among the Phaeacians. There was no time to write this morning. She sent out an invoice. She thought about Marian Anderson. And Beowulf. And a lotus blossom sword. For students. The phone rings. “You’re back! What? No, I’m not bringing a thing to the St. Patrick’s Purim party.” Black. Irish. Jewish. And listening to Odysseus. Sisko is next.