Got sick this weekend. Sucks dude. Went to work anyway. Everyone's sick there.

I think my Spanish is getting better. I still pronounce everything like the whitest damn girl from the valley and say "like" too much, but I'm trying.

Next Sunday is my birthday. I don't want anything at all, really, just a few nice meals with my family and my friends. I wouldn't turn down a pretty trinket, but it's a nice feeling to look around and say, "I don't want for anything." I feel very lucky.

Mom was away this weekend visiting Zephyr and Carrie. Henry hasn't started talking yet so they're having a speech therapist come visit with him. No matter. I was bald until I was three and I have quite a lustrous head of hair now. Anything can happen, and anyway, I'm pretty sure Henry is the smartest boy in the world. He is MY nephew, after all.

There's somebody I sometimes miss but I love my freedom more. When there are lonely hours late at night I pick at my guitar or cuddle with Toby until he drools on my arm. During the day I almost never think of it. Anyway, I am beginning to find other distractions.