Quiet

Sometimes it's hard to write... things stay in my head, and the words just don't come. I've been seeing friends, but I haven't been talking on the phone or writing email much, except for my regular conversations with Zak.

He's home from a trip now, maybe I will get back to a more normal state of mind. This year has been pretty intense, we've been making lots of changes in our lives. We've both been finding the trips harder then they've been in the past.

Perhaps finally renting the first season of "Lost" to see what everyone was on about wasn't the most stress-free thing I could have done while Zak was away on a multi-city overseas business trip. I surprised myself by abjectly weeping during the first crash flashback.

I went for my usual walk tonight and ended up stopping for a latte on my way home. I sat and drank it and looked out the window, listening to the conversations going on around me. One thing I love about Vancouver is that it's not unusual to hear many conversations which I can't understand. I didn't understand anything being said in the entire coffee shop for a good 10 minues before someone answered their cell phone with a "hello". Although the cafe was noisy, I felt very peaceful. It was helpful to know that when I returned home, I could go into the bedroom and listen to my husband breathe.