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Late to rise. Off to therapy. Grab lunch at the Earthfood Store: curried veggies, rice & sun dried tomato salad, soy sausage. Write letters to Bonnie, Rick & Robin, Earl, Bobby in Bosnia, Minako... Still have letters to write. Look up zip codes on the web. Mac crashes. Resurrect Mac. ISP crashes. Lines busy. All circuits are busy now. Ah, zip codes for Rick & Robin at last. The wind roars outside like a freight train the whole time.
Fool with photo of old house from Rokugo in Adobe Photo Deluxe. Make kinda nice picture out of it.
Paste picture into letters. Pick out pics to send to R & R. Pick out pics to send to Minako. Pick best ritual "Hi Bob" photo from Thanksgiving for BiB. Finish this batch of letters. Address envelopes. Slip correct photos in correct envelopes. Apply cool triangular stamps to envelopes - except the one going to Japan, which I need to take to the Post Office.
Where did the day go?
Off to the grocery store:
cashews
soy milk
ice cream bars
organic cheddar popcorn
Amy's frozen broccoli pies
malai kofta
vegetable biryani
tamarind sauce
bhaji
American Health magazine
potato chips
Poland Spring seltzer water - lime flavor
Back home. Heat up malai kofta and vegetable biryani. Ouch - too much black pepper. My scalp is sweating buckets. My sinuses are draining like a dam burst someplace. Drink entire bottle of Poland Spring lime seltzer. Get mail out of freezing cold hallway. Why can't the letter carrier learn to close the outside door? Open and/or throw away mail. Sit down to write journal entry. Feel bored. Work on reformatting glossary, roster, sabbatical definition, preface and outline of "the first 16 months" instead. They still awful are.
Wilbur stretches out across keyboard and settles in for a long winter's nap. Cat hair flies everywhere and sticks to the monitor in spiky formations like that childhood toy with the magnet and the guy with iron filings for a beard. Weird weird weird. I shoo Wilbur off. He leaps up next to the monitor, leaving a wake of cat hair. He knocks the little slip of paper with Joan-west's new phone numbers into oblivion. Where the heck did it go?
Eat some of the ice cream bars. Look for the missing phone number. Reformat some more pages. Anything but write today's entry. Nancy calls. Talk to Nancy.
Where did the evening go?
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