Monday
September 29, 1997
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"I'm so glad you're back"

That was nice to hear. It's nice to be missed and nice to be welcomed back. I tired quicker than I expected, and lost concentration about when I was sure I would. I didn't have an overly productive day, but that's ok.

I took the afternoon off. The weather was glorious, bright, warm sun. A cool, crisp spring breeze. I had a list of things to do, some groceries, some chemist items, some butchery, banking, bills - all that stuff. But I didn't do any of it. I drove the car home, parked it, dumped my stuff inside, and set off for the shops on foot. Horror of horrors - I'd get the car out to go to the milk bar, three houses away. Even though I was a little sore, and tired, I enjoyed the warm sun and the fresh air. The feeling of pavement under my feet, kids playing in the street, the sights and smells of backstreets.

I had a coffee at Arcadia, ate a sour cherry and cream cheese danish, drank another coffee, read the paper and watched the world pass by. I felt so relaxed and at ease that I was self conscious about it. I just felt so alive and glad to be able to do these things.

I'm failing dismally at writing this today. I lost my bookmark file, and I feel kind of set adrift. Without the familiar anchor of my bookmark. Kind of alone.