MelancholiaMan could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Friday, October 6, 2000 I woke at my normal time, and didn't even have to drive to work. I was already there! Sleeping on the pillows was not bad, and the shower down the hall had plenty of hot water. There's been no site crash since yesterday evening. Maybe everything is going to be ok! After noon, only Kellie and I were there. Pete is going off to the Enchantments on a hiking trip. Since the server seems to have settled down, I won't try staying here over the weekend -- I have Kellie's contact numbers, so if I notice that the site is down, I'll call her and force her to drive to the office.
I took off at midafternoon, waiting for traffic to the Mariners game to drop off. At home, I had no net access! I called nwlink -- yes, I need to pay. I wish they had telecheck! But I had time to drive right back to Bellevue, hand over a check, and drive home. I dealt directly with the DSL manager, since they "recently lost their receptionist." Sounded mysterious! I hadn't heard from Jack since Wednesday evening. Will he be coming down this weekend? It depends on what's happening with his daughter A----, I'm sure. I let myself get sad, noting the pattern of me getting up there on Friday evenings, and him getting here on Saturday afternoons. But for me to switch to getting up there on Saturdays doesn't seem like a good idea -- I'd be seeing even less of him! Talk about cutting off your own nose. I know I should have gone to dance practice -- it always cheers me up. The phone rings -- Jack will be bringing A----- to the Greyhound in Seattle, on Saturday. Tonight, his friend Jim Kling is coming over to cheer him up, which is a good thing. So I got into my own bed (I appreciate this after sleeping on couch pillows last night) and read a book. I did leave the computer on all night, with the Voyeur page on, so I'd know if the site went down.
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