Today was close to lovely; in fact, it was. Josh and I went hiking this morning and really talked for the first time since I have been home. A strange statement I realize, but since all we did was "talk" for three and a half months, I think at first it was hard to think of things, aside from casual conversation, to say. This evening I went out to dinner and coffee with Mollie, and we had a ridiculously good time. After ordering the waiter looked at us expectantly, as if we might reveal the secrets of the universe, but unfortunantely we both shrugged and giggled a little, and he left looking a little broken hearted. Or at least, that is what I would like to think.
My brother is now in France (they went to London first) and some group photos from the trip have been posted on line. He looks happy in all of them, and since he is not good at pretending to smile, I feel as if he is really enjoying himself. I certainly hope so, because being here with my parents without him is ridiculously hard - last night at dinner they kept giving each other knowing looks at my head, and we ended up fighting about a variety of things. Eight more days.
My high for today is that Anne called me, and we had a really great conversation. She had left a voice message earlier, and I was laughing and crying all at once. (Thank you, thank you, thank you.)
My low was that between spending time with Josh and Mollie, all I did was take a series of three naps, which is neither healthy nor constructive. I would like to be both, or either.
I hope you are all having wonderful evenings, and that those of you who are ill feel well soon.
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