Monday. November 5, 2001

airport

"We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies?"

Edward Young, poet (1683-1765)

I am tired when I wake up. Because I haven't slept enough. But once I'm up and showered and dressed and have a cuppa I don't really seem to miss the sleep.

My meetings aren't bad. They are technical. They show that some barriers have tumbled down. Was I helpful in this? Perhaps. Would the company march right on without me? Yeah, pretty much, I'm sure. Not a great feeling.

At lunch time, I take my mom to Melba's and they cheerfully refund me for the things mom doesn't like the color of and they say they will order an outfit in her size that I think would look good on her. It's over quickly. They are very accommodating. Yeah. That's why I shop with these folks.

I eat lunch with the folks. Then back to work.

In the evening I suggest we eat at Fonda. It's Dining for Life. Tonight a lot of restaurants donate part of the gross to Aids Services in Austin. We have a nice meal and some wine. We watch FFP's Monday night shows except we both snooze.

A reasonably early bed. Have to get up early and test out the airline system once again. Can't say as I'm looking forward to it.

Meta:
Out of pocket...probably until the weekend.

JUJUST TYPING
Typewriter in shop.