Today i could just get intoxicated all day (which I will certainly not do). It almost hurts how I long for news from people. No one emails me proper emails, just two words here and there, like a texting. I dont text, i write. I have no cell phone. I am weary today. About hubby's work. About his teeth. About our health insurance. It is just mundane worries. Back to our problems a little bit. A few birds are quite pretty in their sounds this morning. I feel like the only way to go beyond the longing that hurts of today, is to write a fiction, another one. Today.