Just went for a pointless afternoon drive, unusual in these days of high gas prices, car unreliability & depressive homebodyism. Was kind of nice, listened to classic rock radio, looked at houses, got angry at being stuck behind slow drivers each with the inevitable 'Support Our Troops' ribbon magnet. Stopped in Easthampton & strolled around aimlessly under forbidding skies, thought about getting an ice cream, didn't.

Should probably go out with Peretz for a while before it starts to rain again.

Loving somebody who's gone away never to return, it's very painful, but it feels correct, about the only thing that does.