  A good day, yes. I woke at the stroke of noon to the familiar impulse to jet out of bed and tend to house maintenance.
As if I dont live alone, that my world affects another. So I laid there quietly when I realized where I am, noting the roaring sounds of construction Id managed to sleep through with the help of a small down pillow formed to my profile. I actually did something productive today. I mean, productive in a sense that lies outside of the daily doings of house cleaning, cooking, and checking up on all my favorite sites. I got back on the horse with my school. I finished a urlLink paper , leaving only a few concentrated pages to go in my Woolf seminar.
My so loved class of my last term at school. I wonder how Dawn is doing in China. Shes such a fabulous professor. Ill miss her inspiring presence. I got the *perfect* email from Jennifer today. Put into words a lot of things that needed to be addressed. Meanwhile, Id been trying my bestest to do what I have so much trouble doing; to back off from an issue and give it time for the immediacy of the emotions to wear away, leaving the more rational me behind.
Its so hard to be clear with our intentions when two people have such spotty communication. I love her to death, and I was bent on trying something new (and repeatedly advised by others) so as not to fuck up something so incredibly important to me. Today, I must write my response. If I were she, Id be awaiting one. 
