nicely chilly and listening to twinkly matmos. it has been unusually cold this week to the point of creeping into our normally snug (but actually poorly insulated) apartment. sitting in semi-dark in the quiet house with my hands going numb reminds me of all the nights home on vacation from college. the heat was set to go down after ten, but i'd be up until midnight or later chatting on aim with my boyfriend, wishing i was somewhere else, out somewhere with friends or watching cartoons with the boy on his computer, but now i'm surprisingly content. my work anxieties have largely equalized into acceptance of possibilities i can't control and a drive to do better work.
i'm sad that my friend is leaving for a long adventure, but there is so much pleasure in hearing about it and in the comfortable companionship of these last few days before he goes that real unhappiness doesn't enter in. and plenty of local adventures are before me to help make up the lack.