Slipping under the seam, the rustle of fabric against the floor

Sunday was unremarkable. Yet, it was a good day.

I woke at a reasonable hour. I spoke with the usual people. I put myself in order, then went to the Roastery. I sat down and proceeded to write. I did that again after my evening jog. It wasn't much - only one full page - but it was something, and it was part of a story that I haven't had the drive to work on in over a month (that being the Union story), and so it is good. I feel good. I'm happy.

I read through a bit of The Life of Pi. I'm enjoying it. While it is entirely not the sort of story I expected, it is good, and it gives me things to think about - but I tend to take favourably to anything that makes me think about anything at all, even if it isn't particularly profound, so one shouldn't look into that statement too much.

When I was sitting at the cafe in the evening I got to thinking about the nature of the divine (again, I had been reading Life of Pi). It's been on my mind quite a bit recently, possibly because it is summer, and in this time I find it easier to see gods in everything. And yet, it's strange to be thinking about it, considering the free-floating nature of this. But, I like it. The gods are the gods, and humans are humans, and the two do not meet - except for wind whispering in the ear and the fall of rain on the river, I guess. Well, that suits me just fine.

I have so much to do today. So much to do. I didn't sleep at all this evening. I couldn't sleep. Maybe I'm too excited. But I have so much preparing to do for when Sab gets here, ahh. I'm going to try to sleep, I guess. And then when I do wake, I'll go to the grocery store - as I need to pick up things for when she gets here, and besides that, I haven't any milk left - and then... cleaning. And laundry. Lots of cleaning and laundry. Yes. I'm so tired.