Monday, June 9th, 2003 - Missing My Pook So, Tim's gone. Wahhhhhh! Friday night, we did laundry. I've noted here before that that's about the best time to go to a laundromat, and that night was no exception. I was weirdly cranky with Tim, which is distressing when he was due to leave the day after next. We made up, though, and ended the night watching season 4 of Sex in the City. I find it strange that a show with such a negative view of sexuality in many respects is still so appealing to me. I suppose we all need television we can argue with occasionally, and I know enough about sex to know when Sex in the City gets it wrong. Anyway. I wish all days could be like Saturday. Tim and I spent the entire day together, going to a bookstore and browsing before a lovely lunch at Mama's Royal Cafe. Nothing like some fruit crepes in sweet cream. We finished up the rest of Sex in the City the rest of the afternoon. Periodically one of us would look at the other and get a bit teary and say, "Oh, oh, god. I'm going to miss you!" and we'd pause the show and snuggle and kiss and (in my case) sob. It wasn't so much the thought of Tim leaving as it was the fear that something might keep him from coming back. I'm morbid like that sometimes; a natural worrier. We made sweet love for awhile, of course :-) It was a wonderfully luxurious, long day together, and it was perfect to spend so much time appreciating one another, snuggling and kissing the whole day long. Towards the end of the night I put on Book of Love (by the Magnetic Fields) and we slow danced in the dining room (something we've never done at home before), which was really lovely. When we went to bed we snuggled together and sang to one another the songs -- both silly and sweet -- that we like to sing. Tim's a bit tone-deaf, but that makes it all the more endearing (especially when I'm in a tender mood). We had to leave the next morning by 5:30 to get Tim to the airport. Ugh. Of course, that hour on a Sunday, traffic was nice and light. I parked and came in with him, but his check-in was cruelly short (Damn you, rabid check-in!) and soon enough we were kissing tearful goodbyes near the security lines. I stood and watched him as he took off his boots and went thorugh security, as he went up the escalator and stood in front of the Southwest Terminals to find his departure gate. Then he wandered off, out of my line of sight. I sighed and went home and back to bed. I woke up past the start of my Aikido class, making me wonder if I should just forget about Aikido (since I'll miss next week's when I pick up Tim from the airport). I was going to go shopping, but when I checked online how long it would take to drive from Albequerque to Taos, I decided Tim would be calling soon enough and I should wait. I surfed for a bit, then obsessively cleaned the kitchen until my fingers literally bled (hang nail). I don't think our kitchen has been this clean in years, actually, even though I got faint with hunger before I could mop the floor. As I ate, I worried about Tim -- he should've arrived in Taos two hours previously! Three hours after I'd calculated he should've arrived, he called. Seems we misunderstood when he said he'd call; ah well. I was glad to talk to him, as the day echoed it was so empty without him. By the way, I'm posting updates on Tim on his discussion board. I'll post some here, too, of course, but thought you should know that one too, if you're interested. After the phone call, I went shopping. Ergh. Bitchy saleslady who insulted me not once, but twice and having to wait an hour and a half in line to check out was almost enough to make me write the store's manager a very nasty letter. However, the floor manager, who was patiently ringing us all up, was so sweet and understanding and friendly that I chilled down instantly. A little kindness goes such a long way, especially when people are stressed, and her example was much needed after my experience there. I've worked in retail (10 years ago now, but still) and I know that she had to be stressed herself, dealing with so many upset people, but she just smiled and projected a sense of calm well-being. Very cool; I wish more people (self included) were capable of keeping a level head in annoying situations like that. Anyway, I went home, had a salad made colorful by orange, red and yellow tomatoes and yellow bell peppers for dinner (yum!) and invited David over to hang out with me and Holly and Aleister. Holly pooped out on us early, and we hung out for another hour until I realized I was bone tired after my day. Sent David home, toodled around on email, went to bed early in my big empty bed. Had insomnia. Started Jim Munroe's new book, which was very engaging. Fell asleep. Today's just been work and one, way-too-short call from my Timberry. He'll call again tonight, but I'm missing him sorely. How will I ever get through the next six days? Miss you

Exercise Log: Slept through my Aikido class yesterday. Did a Body Sculpting class on Thursday, though. Writing log: Getting back to work on the YA Novel. Words written since last entry: 0 Current Publications: "Famishing" in Strange Horizons. My first pro sale! "Wetting the Bed" and a collab with Tim Pratt, "A Serious Case of Fairies" in Floodwater Currently Reading: Everyone in Silico by Jim Munroe Donate money to my teeth, our moving fund, our wedding fund, or our writerly projects (Floodwater and Flytrap!). Every little bit helps!

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