Delicate cross-platform surgery was performed on the softer aspects of a few million dollars worth of hardware last night. Amazing the power that has been granted to me. The maternal and surgical responsibilities, however, often mean my nights are occupied babysitting these machines that will never cry, never learn to walk, and never attend an educational institution. But when they are injured or are seeking sustenance, they turn to me. And tonight they turned to me, and it was 5:30am before I turned in for the night.
This weekend will be spent with a close female friend, one who I have not seen in some time, travelling through a part of the country that I have not yet been. Intermingled feelings of delight arise from the thought of spending time with her and the meta-notion that anticipation has once again entered my life. A wise friend once said that a life without anticipation is a life of forlorn desperation.
Posted by brian at November 30, 2001 04:17 PM