Great heavenly day it was hot last night.

I was fine, and then I went to the supermarket, and when I got out it was so hot! I guess I didn't notice until I went into the air conditioning, and my God, when I actually hit the house, I was absolutely soaked. What happened? And it just kept getting hotter and hotter and more and more dreadful and I couldn't even turn the fan on myself.

My TiVo has gotten so picky this summer, switching itself off when it gets a little too hot, so I have to have the fan pointed towards it at all times. But I was really dying, so I finally gave myself the fan, and a few hours later the delicate flower TiVo did shut itself down. In the middle of recording something, of course, it's never when it's not doing anything.

Omar called me yesterday when he was on his way to his parents to go to Lancaster. It was very sweet, it felt like he was doing maintenance on our relationship, making certain not to leave me be for too long. He was plate spinning.

He mentioned that he had been listening to the cd I sent him, which inspired him to write a poem that he sent me the day before, particularly "The Man With the Child in His Eyes" and "Your Body is a Wonderland".

I was wondering whether that poem was about me, it was really hard to tell, it was a little intense to be, but if it was about anyone else, he would have to be pretty stupid and heartless to send it to me. And since that cd was a message to him, and he is well aware that my cds are messages to him, I think that poem is for me, if a little bit subconsciously.

He said that he'd call me from Lancaster. Now, whenever he says he'll call, he never does, if he doesn't say it then he never stops calling, so I don't expect him to call, but I like that he thought of it.

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Images of Molly and Bonnie on the swings:

Today's horoscope:
Save some energy for later. When you think about it, you really do need some down time. Your carefully incubated plans will be ready to hatch next week.

One year ago today:
There isn't alot nicer than being all nice and cozy, knowing how nasty and cold it is outside. Of course, it would have been nicer had I not had to get out of my cozy bed and go out into the rain, but there wasn't much I could do about that.

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