8:14 a.m. - February 27, 2003
Last night woke up at 3:14 and I was wide awake, dreaming of a man standing outside my window and I admit, my heart raced but this time, unlike all the others, I lay there and made myself look at the window – see, no one there – and I went back to sleep. How satisfying it is to sleep, to have the alarm clock wake me at 6:00. I’m thinking about covering the window in my room – I have no window coverings at all because I have an aversion to suspecting someone’s on the other side but I can’t see out, so I leave everything uncovered (I guess this is odd?). I’d like a covering – blinds, not drapes though – because damn! when you want to sleep and the sun is on your face, it is hard to ignore. This makes me happy, very happy.
•Obtain hotel room for conference. If you’re going to be in Indianapolis April 10 – 13, wanna share a room? Pricey, but luxurious, apparently. Planned to share a room with a colleague who backed out – fie on pregnant wives who can't be left at home! – and I don’t know anybody else well enough to bunk with. Maybe this is a growth opportunity.
•Order book: Leather-bound edition of The Atlas of Middle Earth and please, no comments. Hundreds of maps, diagrams, genealogies, the entire mythopoesis and I want it.
•Redeem gift certificates that expires at the end of March at the nemesis of individuality, Pottery Barn. Two separate cards, $50.00 each, that cannot be combined and that I haven’t used since Christmas of 2001. I despise Pottery Barn and cannot think of anything to procure that doesn’t make me grimace. Recommend something, if you can.
•Call Barbara-the-Editor for our weekly chat that’s becoming more like a loan shark shake-down. Up ahead: Midnight calls from Juan saying quickly, If you don’t hand over that book we’re going to chop off your hands
•And then, the last thing I need but do, since I’m gaining weight: Some things from Eddie Bauer. Ah, I love that store. Were I rich and stupid I’d have my closet designed just like one of their stores; it would work, too, because most of my clothing is from EB. Heh. Must get out more often.
•Speaking of getting out, I will borrow the next door neighbor’s dog and go for a long walk.
Be good and send me emails, I want to talk to people! Send to: sangchaud [at] [aol][dot][com].
I’m in a great mood. It has been a long time, a very long time.