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I’ve thought of you 174 times…

Well, I feel very much at loose ends today. Even though I have a weekday routine I’m having a lot of trouble getting into it because Todd left this morning for his business trip.

Thankfully his plane is already on the ground, he’s arrived and everything, which is a big relief. I think planes are scary — when I was a kid I didn’t mind them in the least but as I get older I like them less and less. Probably *wry grin* because I’m not in control of the situation.

Someone asked me yesterday via email if Todd minded my talking about his life on my web pages. I guess it seemed like a strange question because it just never even occurred to either of us that someone would have a problem with it. He absolutely loves my journal and one of the very first things he does when he gets home is to read the latest entry. In fact, he’s going to keep a diary himself while he’s away so that I know everything he thinks and sees. He was being silly and narrating a hypothetical diary entry and said, “Hi sweetie, I just wanted to say that today I’ve thought of you 174 times –” and I said, “–and it’s six a.m.” which made us both giggle.

I have to admit, this is a time I’d like to have a television around. I’m still deciding whether or not to go to Sarah’s to watch the X-Files — basically I’m not sure I’d be very fun company, and also hate to impose on her and ask for a ride home when the show’s over. I’m hopeful that we can go to the used bookstore together this weekend, though — I thought three books would be enough to tide me over but I finished them in less than a week (I’m a very fast reader) so all I have left in the house are books I’ve already read, except for a Tanith Lee book, not the one I’ve been reading to Todd. It’s a big disappointment; she’s using this extremely irritating narrative technique that seems to involve telling the reader everything that’s happening without actually allowing the reader to see it, if that makes any sense. Like standing outside of a room while a friend watches a tv show and does a running commentary (not even funny) on what’s going on.

Last night I was saying that I don’t have a routine for the weekend, and that I wished I did because I don’t do well without a routine. And Todd had a great idea, which was that I could finish up painting the purple room. So this morning I walked down to the hardware store and bought a very pretty soft gray color and figure I’ll paint today, listen to the tv-radio and pop-psych show while I do.

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