Fly Ball

4:38am I got this phone call about an hour ago. Here I am, sitting at my desk. It's quiet. Not a whole lot of calls coming in. One of our trainers was approaching my desk but I answered my phone anyway because of the person calling. His sleepy voice communicated the sweet, cuddly boy of innocence. (In seductive contrast to the penetrating stare of his whispered instructions.) I like the subtle--and not so subtle--play of our words and actions. It's a chemistry that I have often found difficult to match up. I've often felt that I'm either on one end or the other more than existing with some fluidity.

I wrote Nathan an e-mail this morning that got me teary-eyed. It also helped me to look at my life in perspective. I'd say the focus is clearer today. It doesn't mean that it couldn't go out of focus again.