turkmcallister

so, my two weeks of vacation are over. no more eight hours of sleep, alarmless mornings, reading for hours, playing piano for five hours, napping in the afternoon, or endless bike rides.

the next eight weeks of school are going to be very very very busy. I'll be alright, just crazy.

my darling L and I have been patching things up. we've spent the last five nights and most of our days together. it's not the flighty or giddy kind of thing, but more...what? real? grounded? I'm not sure. Tolstoy had a very good short story on this subject. it was called family happiness I think. It was very good. I love Tolstoy. when I was in college before and always broke during the summer i'd buy the largest books I could find so as to not be shelling out cash for books all summer and, one year, I read the collected short stories of Leo Tolstoy. I would read for hours and hours and hours.

Tolstoy died at a railway station running away from his wife whom he suspected of stealing his money. his last words were, "I don't know what to do".

hhhmmm. that probably doesn't help in convincing you he wrote that good story about family happiness, but it's true he did.

I must now go to bed.