July 14, 2003
It is amazing that I actually feel content. It is so incredibly foreign to me that I am not sure just what to do with myself. Restlessness remains, especially in those rare still moments, but the desperate edge is definitely gone from it. I am planning things for fun. I taught two classes today, which always serves to remind me why I exist. My niece sounded thrilled to hear my voice over the phone, I missed her today in doing this favor, what will I do when I do not see her every day? What is that clicking sound? There.