The Week Before the Interview

It was a long week. Wednesday I was teaching until 2200. Worked until past 0100 Thursday on a report on the "Future Security Environment" and another on "Why What We're Trying to Do Isn't Unconstitutional". These were things for the Project. Blew up at my Chief of Staff once, but we had a good laugh the next day. Spent Friday working from home, delegating my work, I should say, from home.

Spent the rest of Friday organizing around home and finally attacking the mess of mail I've been avoiding. I have to go drop off dry cleaning now so I have something to wear for next week. Need a haircut, too. Hope Ricco's (my barber) free.

I miss C. dearly and can't wait to see her. I'm deeply lonely most of the time, and I'm not the type to like being alone. I keep getting beautiful postcards from her with Rumi quotes carefully inscribed on them. I feel awful that I haven't done more in return.

I'd like to get my best luggage back from S. for the upcoming Kansas and London trips, but that may prove too much for her. What is there to be said? I feel better most days, but the disappointment in myself, in her, in us, still sits inside. It simmers now instead of boils, but it's there. But the truth is, if she can't even let me borrow the damn luggage without it being emotionally taxing, there was no way we would make it.