three hours later

In these rare moments, I can savor the quiet. For this moment, this tenuous, ephemeral time, I can almost relax. I can almost sit still, knowing that all is right. We're even, the world and I. Complete.

No more little dots, no more open windows, no more voices crying out for attention.

Yeah. It feels good to have all my email responded to. Yeah, it does.

But I'd better quit Eudora while I'm ahead. Tomorrow there will be new email to respond to, and the cycle will begin again.

{ 1:58am }