i am so impatient.

but i came home sick and bled death for awhile, laid in the bathtub and finished my book, talked comics and politics and now kevin is making me sandwiches and coffee.

i love sandwiches and coffee. he thinks i'm strange for drinking coffee with any meal, he thinks it strictly reserved for breakfast meals--still to be had at any time of day but not specifically with meals--but oh, how i love the thought of a good sandwich and coffee.

again, it feels more than ever like when i first got here. he made the coffee so it is not so sugary, it is a nice day outside, cool, but with much cloud cover, like it looks when it snows. now i know what it looks like when it snows and when i walked over the front steps the first pile of fallen leaves crunched under my feet.

now i will lay on the couch, continue to watch bad saturday television [YES elektra is on. so bad it's awesome.. cos she has sais] and glance impatiently out the window every ten seconds.