Monday,
April 22, 2002
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"A calm despair, without angry
convulsions or reproaches directed at heaven, is the essence of wisdom." |
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back to the grind I am really sleepy when I get up, but I don't feel too bad. Maybe I'm done with whatever it was that attacked last week. My back doesn't ache this morning either. I was having an elaborate dream when FFP woke me up. (Maybe all remembered dreams are elaborate.) I am going somewhere and it's hard to keep up with all the stuff. I've forgotten some coats somewhere. Then I'm organizing a party for some charity and I have to go get stuff for it. At that site there is another event. People are asking me if I'm coming to it, but I'm telling them I have an event elsewhere for the same charity.
I have to go to Lisbon in the fall to present. So, I'd decided that before or after that I would have a vacation in Europe somewhere. This morning FFP says he will plan to go with me. We will see if that holds. I find myself excited about the prospect of having him go with me. Even though I always feel responsible for my traveling companions and drive myself and them crazy. Or so it seems. Still, it's lonely to travel alone. And yet exhilerating. I do like time alone in a way. If he'd start going with me, we could have some great times.
So, yeah, I work. Conference call. I spend most of the day reading obtuse documentation but trying myself to be clear. I don't go out to lunch. I eat some cheese and salami and crackers that I bought on Friday. It makes the day go slowly not to go out at lunch. But I'm too lazy.
Home. FFP wants to know what I want for supper. I don't feel hungry. We decide to eat the leftovers from Friday night (duck and chicken liver pasta). I divide it into two plates and heat it up. FFP opens some 'random Burgundy.' It isn't great but I drink a couple of glasses. Later I'll eat a bowl of Total with 2% milk. Just because. Not because I'm really hungry. I completely waste the evening. I don't get many papers read, I don't read anything else. I watch a bunch of TV including part of a rerun of Crossing Jordan. The best thing the whole evening was The Simpsons rerun we saw over dinner. John Waters ran this collectibles show. Homer freaked out when he learned John was gay. It is a hilarious episode. I forgive the clip show last night. Boston Public is getting old. Third Watch was OK but the bit with the Palm device wasn't believable. I mean, yes, I'm sure they can crash and lose your data but what difference would 'hot syncing' with the computer make? Also, the cross-matching of all these seemingly unrelated things to listeria? Could you really do that? I'm more forgiving of things in some shows that aren't realistic.
I shouldn't waste so much time. I should do something constructive with my free evenings.
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