tales from an ordinary world

2002-06-19

She left me a message on my phone in the middle of the night, so that when I woke up I could hear her voice again. I like this. If she were here I could imagine, exactly, the way she'd shiver on a day like this and say "it's so cold !"

The other day, she sent me a small webcam-picture, holding up some new phone she was playing with. I was too busy looking at the face, slightly blurred in the background, to pay much attention to the phone itself.

Whenever somebody asks how long I have to wait, and I tell them, they always say the same thing - "wow. that's a long time to have to wait." But I take these things a day at a time, confident that if I can lose myself in the minutiae of my daily life for another half a year or more, then things will be Back To Normal. Or back to a different kind of Normal, anyway. Or something.