Quiet Please; Time Drag; Alien Boy

The first quiet time of the day. Three cats are pearched on the back of the couch, dozing and looking up from time to time to see if I might head for the kitchen. The laptop hums along making an occasional click-clack sound. The refrigerator purrs loudly in the kitchen. Faint traffic noise from the Interstate skulks across the windowsill. And the chirp of night insects rise and fall in the still warm air. These are moments that I almost forget about but deeply relish.

Today was another one of those in which time seemed far more discrete than continuous. You slip from one moment to the next, but by the end the particulars appear remote and opaque. This may have started this morning when I overslept and didn't get to work until after 8:30. Or it may be that the temperature has jumped into the 80s, and it feels all too summery. Or it could be hayfever, for I certainly keep smelling something very sweet and very cloying.

I got home too late to watch "Dawson's Creek." For some reason, I keep missing it. And now that "Roswell" has moved to Monday, the television opts are limited for a Wed eve. But the mere presence of Jason Behr makes my week. What a beautiful, smoldering man!

PAX!