Sunday, January 04, 2004
Yesterday was sort of the emotional opposite of Friday, because I didn't have enough sense to get dressed and get out of the apartment until the evening (dinner at The Angel). When one's office is in one's home, and one's business telephone is also one's private telephone, getting away from work, even during widely advertised vacations, isn't easy. Mostly, the iBook is always here, calling me to write. Today, Spooky and I may drive north, until we escape the Piedmont and reach mountains. At any rate, we shall take our leave of this place for a while.
We shall vacate, making this vacation good and proper.
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