2004-07-15 - 10:18 a.m.

sometimes i think the smell of coffee is enough to make me feel good about the day. i don't even have to actively drink it.

the smell of coffee evokes, to me, long conversations with friends...

anyway. now i feel like a cuppa tea, if that makes any sense.

i have to confess that for the past three days i have been absolutely engrossed in Dennis Lehane's series of mystery novels. Ever since I read Mystic River I've been reading him, but I have to tell you, I become more and more impressed with him the more I read. He has such a sense of personality and place. It's like reading Ann Tyler write about Baltimore, but in a much grittier sense. His characters are all redeemable. I don't know how else to put it, except go get A Drink Before the War, the first of his Kenzie/Gennaro mystery series, and tell me what you think. For my part, I'm hooked.

I'm less hooked on this job of mine. Sigh.

Then again, what's new?

Brick again last night. Kate and I walked to reservoir, jogged 'round it once, and I peeled off about halfway through to pursue a faster pace, and I think I felt OK.

My hammie protested, but we ran back to the gym and then got on bicycles and then went to the pool again. All in all, a nice evening. I was home at around ten and asleep pretty much by eleven.

Pretty boring existence, eh?

Look! I've gone from all lower-caps to regular capitalization. Boy, this is getting very bad.

A fond hello, by the way, to someone who's recently reappeared in my life...someone with whom I exchanged letters and e-mails my first year in college! What a treat to be back in touch! And what a nice reminder of those days. Hello, Mark! And welcome to this harried, crazed existence I call my own.

Over the past few days we've exchanged quite a few e-mails, and I am inordinately pleased to be back in touch.

Someone else with whom to while away the hours! Is that sick, or what?

 

 

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