Loneliness, ect.

Drove this morning through pouring rain to take savetheolives to the airport, got lost only once, but a very embarressing once, said goodbye and then wandered sobbing through the terminal before I could trust myself to drive home.

It poured even harder on the way home; not pleasant in six lanes of traffic. But I didn't get lost this time.

An hour later I called mom to let her know I was still alive. I think I detected a note of nervousness in her voice when she answered the phone.

To consol myself I went and bought another Steven Lawhead book. Now I'm here. I am quite drained but I now have five hours of work ahead of me.

I need to go buy some yogurt to fill up the emptiness.