An anniversary. I can’t decide if I give these things credence or not. There are things we should never forget – but where do we draw the boundary line between never forgetting and always remembering?
Can one be addicted to blogging? I find myself wanting to write about so many things, both intimate and ridiculous, and have to exert restraint to not do so.
News of the day: Dan has started a blog. I am drinking cranberry juice and wanting to take my shoes off. Tonight I’m making Indian food of some sort – chicken and jasmine rice. I’m half done with The Drawing of the Three, which I expect to finish tonight. Last night was the first real night of un-Ambiened sleep in six weeks. On the edge of such uncertainty, my life has become rather calm.