which goes on all winter.
Time lost its shoes.
A year is four centuries...
fm. P. Neruda's "Too Many Names"
It has been cloudy here for an entire week. It reminds me of London, only much more humid and uncomfortable. I can't stand it.
I am listening to Bill Frisell: a banjo, guitar and bass trio called The Willies. Perfect for today.
Isn't it strange the moment you realize someone you thought would be fun to date turns out to be no-so-much? He sits across from me most mornings at SOMA. But I feel like we are always struggling for things to say. Never a good sign.
Another bad sign, he will talk to me when I am not with Lilly--if she is there, he ignores me. So, he will remain 'Tim' from the coffee shop.
I've been pouring over the trip itinerary for next year's Europe trip. I closed my eyes and could see it clearly. Italy is going to be new territory for me. That should be exciting. I am looking forward to Normandy as well.
The other day I slept for 12 hours. No reason-- just never woke up.
What is wrong with me?
