Wondering
There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone, and that I have no one to tell it to.
-- Michel de Montaigne
Thursday, July 27, 2000
One year ago: Back Home
Two years ago: Still Coughing
A year ago I started my weblog! That's certainly something I've gotten a lot of fun out of.
On Wednesday night, I finally got the entry posted where I was so bummed. But I didn't want to post it without giving Jack some warning (after all, we'd had a fine time last weekend and I hadn't said a word about it), so I sent him some email previous to posting.
But I didn't hear back from him! When all day today went by without a word, not even about our plans for this weekend, I was worried. Was he pissed at me?
But tonight I got a phone call from him. His DSL has been down since Monday (another thunderstorm), so he hadn't read the entry yet, nor my email. I told him to read it at work tomorrow, and gave him a brief precis, but said that I was feeling much better now. We decided that it would be more efficient for him to pick me up at work tomorrow afternoon (we are going down to his parents' place again).
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