6:23 a.m. - August 09, 2004
I am neither scared nor excited; I am resigned to teach and teach well, then return home in a few weeks to the same me holed up in his house. But while I am here I will be social and talkative and will slap colleagues on their backs, be effusive and happy, be a completely different Jason.
Over the past few nights I've noticed slight sounds of a bed shifting on the other side of the wall. It is comforting and I invite it, I strain to catch the sounds of another person living so close yet unseen.
Just now noticed a hole in my sock. For some reason it makes me smile.