Two Steps Towards...

I went to the library after work and got three books. One I've always meant to read since I saw it in high school as a book to read and do an essay about for a scholarship. The other two books are collected works of poetry by two different poets.

My internet chat program keeps a log of any conversation that I have. I started reading the one between Tyler and I. It goes back more than a year and it's bringing tears to my eyes so I've stopped reading it because there are so many words exchanged that my conscious mind does not remember. As I start reading I get pulled back into the moment and it all makes sense again. Depending on when the conversations were I either on or off meds. I can feel now what would not surface then. I wonder if this would happen if I were to read conversations with different people.

Mom is in town and I'm meeting with her between jobs tomorrow. It will be nice to see her; to get a hug.

I believe a trip to SF is brewing for Pride weekend. It has been a year.

What does the weekend have in store?