AUSTIN, Texas, July 25, 2005 — I get up blinking from my weird dreams. It is 8:30 when I make getting up stick, after letting the dog out earlier. I make the bed and dress for my workout. Then I seem to be stuck at my desk for a while. I talk to my dad on the phone, listen to a jazz station on the computer, work on my journal. I seem to be chasing my tail on the computer, trying to fill in earlier days in the month before I post anything for July. I'm sure the readers (all half dozen of them) are long gone to fresher sites. Don't blame them and, oddly, don't really care either. FFP has asked me a couple of times if I posted. People ask him 'did you take pictures' (why do people always do that?) and he is trying

to point them to my site. Around 10:30 I decide that I should workout. FFP has already done so and stopped off at the grocery store, too. I thought we'd want to go out to our old eating haunts but instead we've felt like eating at home.

I did a good run on the bike to nowhere but didn't do enough weights. Just some lunges and a few leg lifts. Did a few situps, too.

I worked on this journal although I seem to be chasing my tail. I can't decide which is more boring...reading about someone's ordinary life or someone else's vacation. I couple of readers have written to ask why the latest link is broken. I quit paying attention to people when they don't post or have broken links. Maybe I secretly want to go back into hiding.

Around four I go to the mailing store and mail some wine corks to my aunt in Maine for her project (making bulletin boards). Then I go by the AFF and exchange my films. There is still time before the film meeting so I go have an iced coffee and read. Then I return, eat some bad pizza and watch movies of questionable quality for a few hours. The young film student types have clear ideas about what they like and they like even less than I do it seems.

I go home. It's funny how comfortable Austin is after being elsewhere. Driving the familar streets is nice (although I was re-shocked at the curb islands on Shoal Creek when we drove in Thursday). I finish rereading a little book published by my friend in Marblehead. I wonder if there were a movie made from it would the film kids think it trite?

Time for sleep. Maybe I'll feel at home again (in my own skin and house) tomorrow.