Is it Friday yet?

It's really beautiful outside today. I had a hard time sleeping because my nose is pretty stuffed, so the dry heat blowing around was making it miserable. I woke up around 6:20am (thank you, Daedalus) and couldn't get back to sleep. I wound up dozing in and out around 7:30am, and had spotty dreams that lasted about two minutes. One of them involved Daedalus perpetually bringing a million cat toys onto the bed. Weird. And then the alarm went off, and Jen went to shower, and I slept for the half hour she was in there. Thank goodness.

I went with her to drop her car off at Alternative Auto and then brought her to work. It really /is/ gorgeous out, and I was glad to experience it a little. Since I was out, I dropped off a CD to the library and deposited the money I was supposed to bring to the bank two days ago. And then I answered a bunch of email. Phew! I wish I was at work already, though, because I'll be tired after 6, I'm sure, and I'm on until 9.

But I've gotten some good suggestions about my keeping-in-touch problem, and I appreciate it immensely. My friends are an endless source of inspiration. Now I must get my stuff together and drag my lazy, sleepy butt to work. Maybe I should take some decongestants. Maybe I should start making more lists.

White Currants

Shall I give you white currants?
I do not know why, but I have a sudden fancy for this fruit.
At the moment, the idea of them cherishes my senses,
And they seem more desirable than flawless emeralds.
Since I am, in fact, empty-handed,
I might have chosen gems out of India,
But I choose white currants.
Is it because the raucous wind is hurtling round the house-corners?
I see it with curled lips and stripped fangs, gaunt and haunting energy,
Come to snout, and nibble, and kill the little crocus roots.
Shall we call it white currants?
You may consider it as a symbol if you pelase.
You may find them tart, or sweet, or merely agreeable in colour,
So long as you accept them,
And me.

~Amy Lowell (1874-1925)