creative process

I started reading "Equal Affections" by David Leavitt yesterday. I'm almost half way through the book. Steve (Harrison--8th Grade English teacher) lent me the book probably about five years ago. If I would have actually read it then I wouldn't be able to relate to much of the book as I can today. I'm the age of one of the characters in the book....it's weird.

I went to the MENSA website a couple days ago. I had no idea what mensa was really. Glad to know now that it's simply a "table." haha

I've been awake since 7am. I didn't hit the sheets until 1am...and I tossed for about 30 minutes before actually sleeping. The last few nights there have been an invasion of thoughts as I lay down next to Randy. His body is always warm, sweating. The blanket is often slightly moist from his sweat and I wonder what types of dreams he's having. I feel that sometimes I may make him cold. I'm warm soon enough. Coming up on 13 months, I'm in pioneer territory for me and sometimes it brings tears to my eyes as I fall asleep. They trickle across the bridge of my nose and I'm happy.

It's a beautiful blue day today. Shower...lunch...a car wash & some gas. Domestic suburbia here I come.