elainegrey

On the 32nd floor in Boston, facing the south east, reveling in the tangerine and salmon sunrise against the lightening sky. The bay shimmers it's reflection. Standing at the window last night, i held up my computer so Christine could watch the chain of bright lights coming in to land at Logan. I was aligned with the runway, and there was little sense of depth, so the slow descent washard to perceive.

I forgot the CPAP power cord. Hopefully Amazon delivery to the hotel on Tuesday works out: talk is Wednesday.

I bought way too much food, partly as an economy -- an Italian loaf was just a little more than a roll at the grocery. I suppose i can find some birds to feed.

More sense of "what do i need to do" interspersed with "escape" which means "read something else" as my emotional palette. Remember, self, clear the spring, (but maybe not before breakfast with colleague V).