all is not lost...

Currently, I am staring out the window at what appears to be a windy day. Also, I'm half watching Twin Peaks and writing this. The past few days I have been pretty sick...nothing serious (damn sore throat, fever, now congestion); I do not like getting sick. This is where I do not provide you with content, but where I provide myself with something else. Maybe something to pass the time. I don't really know.

Yesterday I came home and Courtney was sitting by the fire with her computer typing what I assumed was another story for her book. Indeed it was. She wrote a book with her mother a couple of years ago and they hope to one day have it published. She has written quite a bit before that as well, but I think these particular stories are different. The content involves events she remembers from what could be described as a quirky, but loving and interesting childhood. She tells me anecdotes from those times occasionally and I always find myself very engaged (even if I'm doing something else at the moment) and always entertained.

She has read me a few of the stories and they are quite amazing. The characters and activities are so incredible it's hard to believe sometimes that they are of real history. Her life was so interesting. Her life is so interesting. She is a teacher, musician, artist, actress, chef, athlete, scholar, journalist (at one time), sex symbol, etc...this list could go on. It's amazing that so much could be packed into such a small package; she's only like 4'11" tall.

I'm kind of a pain in the ass when I'm sick and she always just rolls with it. This latest episode is no exception. She's good like that. Even though she's the actress of the house, I am definitely the drama queen.

I know she'll read this and smile, but this isn't for her. She already knows this stuff. She knows I love her, blah blah blah. It isn't really for me either. I don't exactly know what it is. Not that it matters.

And here we are