Monday, April 22, 2002
Grey day. Work was nondescript too, except that Olga decided to go shopping in Ottawa with Freddie…in a cab. It must have cost her a fortune. Probably less than she puts into video poker machines every day though.
I spent the weekend in such a lovely daze that I was only vaguely aware of what was going on in the world outside. It was like I was in and out of a dream, where sounds from reality keep sending the dream-world spinning towards ever-more-improbable situations.
No call or appearance though. Come to think of it, I don't think he has my number. That's fine with me. Too keen would be scary. All the same, I hope to see him soon. Or feel him, if I don't want to be subjected to the tyranny of sight!
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