Here I am again, for the last real monday of the year, in my accustomed place--my fingers are cold, the tip of my nose needs thawing, my feet are just a little sore, and inside I can't stop laughing at myself. And there are the ubiquitous cawing pilgrims who cannot keep the holy silence of our little electronic shrines. My faithful friend of seven years, my dear cd player, is grinning out a cd mix I made. I cannot *tell* you how funny all of this is, I keep wanting to laugh my head off hysterically at the entire business! I wish you could see it with me.

But it is so odd! I feel so very aware of breathing, hearing, seeing, and feeling. My fingerprints feel coarse when I rub my hands together, the music sounds particularly clear today, and it isn't so much that my sight is clearer but that I am more aware of my seeing things. I can consciously feel my every breath. And I haven't a clue why it makes me laugh so much inside.

anybody else do this? *finds the construction down the hall especially amusing just now*

The band concert I went to yesterday will have to wait, I'm afraid. It is almost 0900 and I really must get to work. Maybe I can drawpoint it and come back to it before noon . . .

*thinks maybe she should change her name to quickbeam*