Yesterday (read, from 12PM Sunday until 4PM Monday) was a very long and strange day. It was made even stranger by punctuating it with an unexepected 20 hour nap, which ended only a few minutes ago.
I’m hungry and my room is a mess. Those things really don’t have much to do with each other, except that at this moment I have no decisive hypothesis as to when or how either will be remedied.
John and I are way behind on our Trek, thanks to my job and my recent out-of-stateness. The funny thing is, unlike the two more immediate problems listed in the previous paragraph, I have a fairly reasonable idea what I’m going to do about this one. At this point, however, the ball is out of my hands on this particular court. I’m just waiting and smiling.
And then there’s the house. How much longer will I/we be here? This, of course, depends at least partly on that last prompt of decision I mentioned. I really like this house, and I would hate to have to move again so soon, but circumstances might require me to move at least a tad bit further southwest.
The band seems to be shaping up nicely. I find myself eternally anxious to attend rehearsal, and we have almost definite plans to finish our costumes, demo and promo package so that we can get our asses out on the disco floor.
And lastly (for the moment), but not leastly, we must be doing something right, because I find that I love miss B more and more every hour. She is, as they say, the best one in the whole world.