It’s Monday or actually Tuesday. I probably write that every day after a federal holiday. Go and check for yourself, can’t do it myself. It was an okay day. Nothing special. Got up, Bill’s back is out of whack so he stayed in bed. I stayed up until midnight so I have a nice restful sleep and even adjusted my alarm clock. That took some self reassurance when it went off, had to actually tell myself that time is not what it was. At least it wasn’t that way last week. Had a nice breakfast, coffee, cereal and I remembered to take my vitamins.

It was fairly cold as I headed out into the streets. Nobody at the bus stop since a bus had just pulled away. I sat in the back and read the New Yorker. Almost done with last weeks issue and I’m almost up to date. Should I re-subscribe when it runs out? It’s not cheap but it is informative and entertaining. I know I would miss it if I didn’t have it. I’m hoping for a special rate from Conde Nast. They’re always offering me GQ and Wired magazine and I even have a subscription to Men’s Vogue which sold me with George Clooney on the cover. He hasn’t been on the cover for a long time and I really don’t enjoy reading it. So that’s going, for sure.

There were a lot of people scheduled to be interviewed at work today and I had reminded myself to buy flowers for the desk on my way in, past the Conde Nast building, where the law firm that Bill works for shares the building space. It was crowded on the streets, the usual foreboding air of something about to happen in the back of my mind. Things are a little too quiet lately. Feels like something is going to happen. But as far as I know nothing happened. A bit of post 9/11 paranoia, and I didn’t even know what color the alert level is.

The day flew by though. I just imported resumes most of the day, taking care not to do too much, lest they just pile more on my desk. I did about 75 resumes though and they’re impressed with that. I didn’t mind the tedium though. There’s plenty more where that came from so I’m not going to be running out of things to do, that’s for sure. Bill stayed in contact with me via instant messaging. He was more uncomfortable than in pain. That was good. Even now he’s walking and talking as usual.

Juan’s coming over tonight and that’s cool since he’s always welcome here. Bill has taken to asking whether or not ‘our son’ is coming over. I insisted on being two dads, rather than me playing the mom. It’s really the only way this situation will actually work. The three of us watched the Golden Globes last night, many laughs amongst us. It was a nice way to end a three-day weekend.