Friday, April 8, 2011


A cold and gloomy day.  I had fun playing poker with my friends tonight, and I want to write, but I am so sleepy.  Simon called from Colorado tonight; I lay down on the sofa while I was talking to him and nearly fell asleep in the middle of a conversation.  A serious one, as well - about our future and what we need to do in order to separate.  If it had been about the weather, tomorrow's soccer practice, how many successful contracts he has (not) managed to land for next would be forgivable.

It is only 11:30, but I am off to bed.