I started this post yesterday. Typepad doesn't let me change the time stamp, so I can't post it for yesterday and blog today. So this is Monday's post, what I wrote of it ...
I woke up, got up, put on clothes, pulled back my hair, carried a jacket and hat downstairs, made a sandwich and packed a lunch for my best friend, sent hir off to work, went to the bathroom, turned on the computer, checked my email, read Jessie's Sunday Scribbling, and am now brushing my teeth while creating my own
Sunday Monday Scribbling.
It is cold here, cold outside, so much colder than I enjoyed last winter. This time a year ago I was packing and shipping boxes to Washington, preparing to embark on an extravagent new journey. I was blogging about planning and packing and my trip to Seattle. It's funny how so much can happen in a year. It makes an hour seem like nothing at all, like no time has passed.
I have noticed how swiftly time passes when I am with Raven. What seems like an hour is really three, and before either of us realize, it 3am and we must go to bed soon, for shi has to get up for work. Yesterday we lost several hours between World Market and Michael's, just wandering, browsing together. Time seems so soft and malleable with hir.
There is a spiderweb of frost on the window next to the desk. My writing notebooks are all upstairs, and today I really must work in them. I cannot shower because my housemate decided shi was finally tired of bathing in a plastic bubble and started to re-caulk the bathtub yesterday. It won't be done until Wednesday or Thursday. I'm sad, because showering is something I do daily, religiously. This is really bothering me, the inability to bathe when I'm feeling a little scrungy.