I'm home for less than 48 hours. Trying to get the Novocaine to go away. The fingers of numbness stretch up into my eyeball and make me feel like a junkie.
Doing laundry.
Way tired. Drove 9 hours from Indiana last night, got in at 2. Will soon go lift weights and face the mess of the office. How late should I work tonight?
One of my friends just got this stupendously beautiful collage of pictures from his girlfriend. I'm thinking about how glad I am that someone cares for him like that, about how his eyes must have lit up when he saw it, about how he felt to be given that kind of gift, about how I would feel to get that kind of gift.
Consequently, I don't feel guilty about this autumn's romantic difficulties. I did my best, and I tried to act honorably and in accordance with my thoughts and feelings. So that's good.
Posted by mike at December 16, 2003 11:03 AM