I had a great time at Hank and Kim's party last night. It was the smallest "Hank and Kim GetTogether™" I'd ever been to. (They had some problem with getting the invitations out.) But that was OK with me last night. It was more intimate that way. I was easier to join into one of the several discussion circles. It was easier to talk with Kim.

(Phillip always corrects me whenever I start a sentence with "But." He's absolutely correct, of course. It's terrible English. But that's the way I talk, and it's the way I hear other people talk. It just feels natural to write that way. But, still, I shouldn't start sentences with "But."

I spent a long time this morning staring at the blinking cursor in a barely-begun email. I couldn't think of what to write to Kelly. I get this way sometimes. I feel overwhelmed by nothing. I feel like I've lost touch with life. I feel like I can't control the things I don't try to control. It gets tough to be creative. It gets tough for me to move. I get depressed.

OK, I don't know what just happened.

I finally found the unofficial Blogger FAQ - the one that had told me how to fix the archive links on this blog. Then I went into the templates of Phillip's blog. His archive template had the correct code in it, according the the unofficial Blogger FAQ, but his main template did not. So I commented out the incorrect code (I didn't remove it, just in case something went wrong), and put in the code the FAQ suggested below it. I saved the changes, and republished the entire site. It didn't work. It totally messed up the archive links. So I removed the code I'd added and uncommented the original code. I saved the changes and republished the entire site. Now Phillip's blog is generating archive pages just like it should.

I know enough about computers to understand the above paragraph, but not enough to understand what I did.

I played hookey today, and I don't feel a bit guilty about.

I started the day by doing a couple of loads of laundry. When I first went downstairs, the laundry room door was propped open by the garbage can, which I thought was rather odd. As I moved the can out of the way, I reached over to turn the light on. I discovered that the reason for the door being propped open was that the lightbulb was burned out. There was enough light coming from the hallway for me to see that both washers and both dryers were empty. I loaded one washer, and as I left, I closed the door. As I rode the elevator up, to get another laundry load, I decided to be a good citizen. I went back downstairs, loaded the second washer, came back upstairs, then returned downstairs with a stool and one of our lightbulbs. As I started to unscrew the laundry room lightbulb, it came back on. (I never promised that this story had a point.)

I played Microsoft Train Simulator while my laundry got done. After folding my clean laundry, I packed up my djembe. The phone rang. It was Phillip, asking if I was doing OK. I carried my djembe down to the park at the end of Bellevue. I drummed in the park for awhile, came back home, and logged onto the internet for the first time today. I tried unsuccessfully to find a good map of Kyushu Island (the location of one of the routes in Train Simulator), and tried unsuccessfully to figure out why Phillip's blog isn't generating archive pages like it should.

And here I am. It's only 2:20 PM.

Actually, I had a good guess as to why I was feeling so scared last night. I didn't want to write anything until I was sure. I sent an email to Kelly, simply asking her if she is OK. I got a reply this morning. No, she is not OK. That's the amazing bond we have.

I got an invitation, via Phillip, to go with Lynn tomorrow night to see Dougie Maclean in concert. It sounds like fun - it really does. However, I've been feeling down and depressed and tired all day. I'm seriously considering taking a day off tomorrow. So, I turned down Lynn's invitation. I hope she understands.

I helped Phillip set up his blog this eveing. It's called Much Ado About Whatever (A.K.A. Talk To The Hand). Then he sent in his request and his three anagrams to Blogspot, which is now accepting members again.

Now I need to get back to Kelly.

I'm feeling scared tonight, and I don't know why. Maybe I've been feeling this way all day. I can't shake this vague feeling that something bad is going to happen.