View From The Ground, originally uploaded by jberthume.
Today I wore shorts. It is the sixth of January and we had all the windows open. And it was pleasant.
These are strange days, and it seems like everything has the sheen of weird on it. I have been considering writing letters to friends that have not heard from me in months, or years. I haven’t, though, because I’m not sure what I would say. “Hello.” or “What have you been up to lately?” seems to pale in comparison to the kinds of things I should be saying, like “A good friend of mine just died.” or “Have you listened to the radio or watched the news lately?” or even “Many days, the weather and the way I feel make me think something is wrong.”
Diana is very sick. I think she might have the flu. It is in that unfortunate phase where I can’t do anything but get her more juice and hope for the best. The daily passage of the extraordinary and the mundane seem out of balance over the last several months, and while I have never known what it all means, I have at least thought about it, and worried.