7:13 a.m. - September 13, 2004
Printed out the student workbook and burned it to disc; overnighting it later today. Please God, let me be done with this project. Final obscene gesture is the toner light flashing on the printer.
This is a coffee morning. I don't drink coffee, at least not since I was an undergraduate. College student in Seattle, ergo one drinks coffee like a precieuse (or was it just the English majors?). Tasha and I would have our coffees over the Sunday paper - amusing to look back and remember that while finances were tough during college, that subscription was an essential - or we'd head up to Tully's to sit outside on a blustery morning to chat with people. Anyway - I'm missing a ritual infused with the luxury of time and appreciation. I can't think of anything I do during the day that is luxurious or savored in the least, a patch of time wherein it's simply me time.
Rush, rush, rush but I never go or arrive anywhere. Unsettling.