I am sitting at work and have tissue paper stuffed up my right nostril. It is now 12:54, and the phone has rung maybe 4 times, but none in the last 2 hours. I have searched craigslist for piano stools, I have looked for Avett tickets on ebay, I have read way back into the ancient status updates on fb, like, to yesterday. I have had echinacea tea, I have had a bottle of water, and I have had coffee. I have read the introduction to my photoshop handbook, because I found my photoshop cd from my college years and am going to load it onto my pute. I have researched labor, the stages of labor, epidurals, the APGAR scale, induced labor, the stages of pregnancy, and the risks associated with various methods and medications associated with all of the above. I have chatted with Jordan, and we have mutually decided that I should wait and take speech in the summer. It is Josh's birthday today, and I am thinking about that about once every twenty minutes. I think about lunch oftner than that. I wonder about my friends, how they are doing. Katie basbagill, in horrid Korea, with a sore throat, sweetie baby. Anna Laura. What is she thinking this morning? Is she happy? Josh. Does he feel loved yet today? Jordan. ????? So many things to wonder.
I need to sneeze this cold out.
My living room is obscured from view by boxes and mountains of stuff from Wood's Edge. Someone, not Jon, painted over a very dear painting of mine that was given to me as a gift. Just partially over it, with brown paint, messily. They painted over the most important part. I cried some when I found it, (how cruel! why!?) in a box of stuff. But I cried more when I found a sealed envelope, never sent, from Jon Rule at Inskip Rd. to the American Scholarship Association. Oh my. I never ever cease to be amazed at the strangness of internal pain.
I am looking forward to Josh's birthday, to Lincoln's birth, to new year's eve... but I hope I am not sick. That will ruin everything!
I have cold chils. I got an ipod for christmas. It is shiny and little. It scares me a bit.
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Well, there are so many other things to comment on, but I do feel loved. Mary Caroline just took me to lunch, and we had a great time and shared and prayed a little. So you can check that off your list. I meant to bring you some Zicam this morning, but I forgot about it until after you would have left. Sneeze it out.
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