I lay in bed and think my only real thoughts for the day. Except the sketchy lucidity that skirts in and out through awakeness, giving me moments of inspiration and verbosity that fade when I look at them straight on. Fade like a faraway streetlight I'm not sure I saw.

Yesterday I had my first good day at work. I mean really, genuinely good day. And it feels so strange to know those people so well, to know their little habits and gestures and levels of comfort, and to know that most of them don't know my name. I have you memorized with a practical sort of love that gets us all through the day, and you keep calling me Rebecca. And it's odder still that this is completely ok.

I have to admit, I'm still looking at motorcycles. I have two in mind right now, and might own one tomorrow if I had $850 laying around. Today there was an orange Suzuki (650) and just sitting on it to see if it was too heavy made me so happy again. I don't know why it is but there's this little urge that won't leave me alone - like a misquito flying around my head - and it's lasted a year. Well I figure, if it's bothered me that long, I'm justified in pursuing it. So Monday I'm taking step 1 and getting a bona fide motorcycle license... we'll see where it goes from there.

Jacci will be here for a week starting on Tuesday so I might not write for a while.