"... love that consists in this, that two solitudes protect and border and salute each other."

I don’t understand why I am so tired, but I feel pretty worn down and run out. I woke up this morning feeling mostly rested and ready to go. Not quite thrilled about the days happenings as it was a very “full” schedule. The nice thing was my parents were gone, so the house was quiet, like it was just a mere week ago. My body woke me a little earlier than normal which was not cool. And my tongue was still slightly sore and my throat was definitely still dry. I’ve been hydrating myself all day, but to little or no avail.

Work was the usually easy, but somehow busy morning. I had an “interview” for an open route. The guy had delivered papers before, for the Chicago Tribune, and just dropped into the office. It was nice to at least have a prospect since things are not looking great right now w/ 5 open routes – for sure. The good news is that it looks like 2 of mine will be going out this week, one tomorrow and another on Friday. Today was our 50 Point Club Luncheon. We have monthly goals for our districts, and anyone who gets 50 pts out of 85, gets to go to the luncheon. It was technically only my first time this year. They had it at a place near downtown called Caniglia’s. It wasn’t a bad lunch. My office was the first to arrive so we had the pick of the seats and were through w/ our salads before the last “guests” arrived. One end of our table though were hogging the rolls and the finger pizzas. The food was good though. I opted for chicken, although the veal parmigain (sp?) looked quite tasted. I just couldn’t bring myself to eating a baby calf. I was thirsty the whole time and Tom was annoying making rude comments about a women’s breast size every time she walked by. After lunch, I hurried to the Sheriff’s Inspection garage to get my car checked out. I paid them $10 for less than 10 mins of filling out papers and verifying my car wasn’t stolen. I understand the reasoning behind it all, but it just seems like another way to take my money. The good news is that I am one step closer to getting my car tagged for NE instead of PA. Hopefully I’ll get one of the new NE plates; they look so much nicer than the old (current) ones. I delivered my usual papers today and came back around 4 ready to fall asleep. And I still had to be in the office for another 2 hours. It didn’t help at all that my quad-mate, Tom, was yawning every 5-mins. Not quite sure why I am so tired. It wasn’t really any different than any other day. And I imagine I’ll be exhausted by Monday.

I hurried home around 6pm to mash up some potatoes for the BS pre-Turkey Day meal. I ended up mashing up two kinds of potatoes, those w/out skins and those w/ skins (plus some dill weed). The whole meal was quite tasty. I even pulled out a nice Shiraz bottle of wine. I was pretty much the only one to have any, so I brought it home w/ me. I was surprised at how long it took me to cook the potatoes and get them ready. I was the last person to arrive. I left my house at 7pm, and arrived at my cousin’s at 7:04. I took my time driving the 6 blocks through our neighborhood. Shortly after my arrival we dished up dinner and dug in. We tried singing the Doxology for our table grace but no one was on key, and the longer we sang the flatter my voice got. L I think the wine made me a little sleepier than normal. Brian gave me an ultimatum for T-day: show up for lunch or I can’t go to the Nebraska-Colorado game. I hadn’t told anyone, but I was planning to go. I have no idea how I will survive working at 2am until 10am. Going to lunch around 12:30. Going to a movie around 2pm and going to dinner around 5. Only to turn around the next day to leave for Lincoln by 9am and go to work on Sat at 2am (again). The good news is next Thu and Fri I’m not working because I’ll be traveling to Houston. That reminds me, I should try to reach Kristine. Hope she hasn’t had the baby yet!

After dinner we played a game called MadGab. Not a big fan. Wish we had played Friends Trivia instead. The annoying part wasn’t necessarily the game itself, which it was a little annoying and not something I found myself particularly skilled at. Of course, being tired might cloud my perceptions. But I was on a team w/ Jen and Heather who were constantly talking. I just thought it a little rude that they would be chatting while the other team was taking their turn. And the whole game turns on what a person hears so being quiet is considerate etiquette. I’m still not sure what to make of things w/ Heather. I admit, I find myself “seeing” her and remembering why I found her so attractive. I need to figure out when I’m going to Les Mis, so maybe I can find someone to go w/ me. Jen said she might, depending on what day of the week. I mentioned I was going to NYC in March, and she suggested I take someone w/ me then too. That seems so much easier said than done. I know people who wouldn’t mind going, but it is not easy to find someone w/ the time. And, honestly, it would be so much more fun to go w/ someone “special.” Watching Molly and Brian w/ their slightly PDAs I couldn’t help but yearn for that.

I’ve been told that Josh will be at volleyball tomorrow night. Maybe I won’t. There’s supposed to be a service at church at 7pm. Despite my misgivings, this one is a Communion service so it might be worth attending. Okay… I really am tired and I don’t know that I have all that much more to say tonight, so I shall let it go at that. For those interested, I was working on a scene for some story and posted it on my “sister” blog: odysseas42muse.blogspot.com. Perhaps Rilke's muse might descend to assist me.