I am sitting in the corner of my dining area and it feels like a room to me, for the first time. I can feel the breeze, it's a relief. I feel that I made the right decision about the window, to have it open from the right to the left. The Giants have just lost to the Rockies, in the bottom of the ninth. I have been reading the DeLillo novel; I need to finish it by tomorrow evening, so we can talk about it. I wasn't liking it all that much but now that I'm getting close to the end I am changing my mind.I've been trying out the online personals again. Two of the men who have contacted me seem like they might be worth meeting -- might find me interesting enough, might be interesting to me. I got a message from D that almost made me take down the profile. He clearly did not recognize me. All in all, I think this is a good thing. But certainly it's an indication that my judgment was quite bad -- not that I needed any more indications. Judging from his profile, he seems OK, and that's good. He claims that he's a Buddhist and that he does not drink. I hope that last claim is true. He says he's training to become a marriage and family therapist. Gulp. That is . . . surprising.
I am hoping that by the time I leave the house to meet people for dinner the breeze will have cooled the temperature outside.
