(no subject)
The double birthdays of my parents'- yesterday my dad, tomorrow my mother's. We're going next door to Coast for dinner; we hope they won't make too much fuss over us. This morning I bought a torte from the fantastic Fratelli's on the Drive. I want to try out every cafe there. I wonder continually at having grocery co-ops, bookstores with politics that align with mine a few steps away. In the mornings the light warms the whole room, and it is an excellent workroom. It is a joy to write there that I ache to have to leave it to run errands or to go to work, but then walking out & gathering sights is joyous too. I'm addicted to tofu scramble, this Cuban Organic coffee at the Bean, the only coffee that can give me a buzz now. I'm addicted to thinking about happiness being measured on a barometre, whether its possible that the average pressure of the atmosphere around you is ever accurate, when its the precise points that sway us. When I sleep, the buzz doesn't seem to wear off, only tucks itself into the small of my back.