Sundays are supposed to be days of rest. If there was ever a sunday of rest, it was today. Erik, Jess, Eva and I lounged all day. Ate crepes for lunch, ordered pizza for dinner, and to keep ourselves amused, Erik read a book with a poor ending, Jess read a book about a Methodist preacher, Eva tooled around on the internet (and looked up difficult little-used English words for Jess) and I worked on Logos.

Once they left, and eva returned from doing laundry, we sat around and giggled like two school girls up past their bedtime. I don't know what about really, but it was fun. If there is ever a fire to maintain, we are maintaining it. :)

I am currently ftping old stuff from my computer off of my friend's computer in San Francisco. (that might not make any sense) In any rate, I am running across strange things I once bookmarked, bits of text, pictures I forgot existed...and even a couple of decent poems. Isn't it gross how stuff (especially digital stuff) can be lost? Images capturing special moments, text written in fits of poetic passion...all lost. And then found again in this particular story--though I would have been fine without them, but now I feel like a toe that was lost has been found. (to read the drivel for yourself, please read the poems Independence Day & Ceiling in my poetry section)

Oh the wonders of the modern world, like finding church records hidden in cow shit in Yugoslavia, only these weren't important to masses of people, or hundreds of years old, and these were actually only hard-drive drivel. Imporant to me, no less. Like finding a couple of months of my life recorded and now mine again.

I will share when I finally sort through all of the stuff and dust.