I’m working on putting my pictures together from camping (I like big projects, but I’ve been busy).
I’m making a cake for Tom’s birthday (today, make sure you wish him a happy birthday).
I’ve been thinking of connections. What connects me to you? Where do those connections lie and how far can I stretch them before they snap? Jeremy and I can go years without seeing each other, yet when he’s back I feel like he’s never been gone. Time doesn’t touch it. Jax, I miss her, and sometimes it’s a little wierd, but only ’cause I’m jealous of time. I lived with her for a year. I’m jealous of that younger me who saw her every day. Chris couldn’t remain my friend with a country and so much time between us. With everyone leaving SF now, and my consideration of it, I wonder … in ten years who will still write me letters?
But I suppose there’s only one way to find out: Get Tony from Real Life to loan me his time machine. (Did you know that Greg has the car I want… yeah, but I want mine to be green.)
