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Dear Cat:

This morning I glanced at the clock and it was 7:09 and I thought of you. You have corrupted me!

Love.

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Also:

Talking with a friend about her difficult parents, clearly it's time for yet another reminder that my parents are wonderful and amazing.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled LiveJournal.

Tuesday

As expected, another slow day.

morning:
+ dealt with two calls
+ worked on four CSI episode writeups
+ met wee!Nancy the elder

lunch:
+ met trijinx at The Square for lunch (Pho Pasteur in The Garage)

afternoon:
+ began work on obtaining review materials
+ dealt with people having a bad day by reading and feedbacking their fic

evening/night:
+ did some errands downtown
+ called my grandma 'cause my mom was working late
+ did the dishes

anecdotes:

My phone rang and I was expecting it to be Cat but instead it was, "Sorry, wrong number."  Checked my phone and yes it was my unknown missed call from 11:19 Friday night.  Mystery solved.

Eric: I have a question for you.
Me: I might have an answer for you.
Eric: You do have an answer for me.  I may not like the answer, but you have an answer.

[Lent: day 21/40]

Daily Bread
-Denise Levertov

A gull far-off
rises and falls, are of a breath,
two sparrows pause on the telephone wire,
chirp a brief interchange, fly back to the ground,
the bus picks up one passenger and zooms on up the hill,
across the water the four poplars
conceal their tremor, feet together, arms pressed to their sides,
behind them the banked conifers dark and steep;
my peartree drops a brown pear from its inaccessible height
into the bramble and ivy tangle, grey sky
whitens a little, now one can see vague forms of cloud
pencilled lightly across it.
This is the day that the Lord hath made,
let us rejoice and be glad in it.

from Place of Passage: Contemporary Catholic Poetry ed. David Craig and Janet McCann (Ashland, OR: Story Line Press, 2000) p. 262