i have a million secrets no one else cares for.

my aunt sent me a framed version of the photo she took of justin and me at christmastime. this makes me especially happy, along with the pink note with her handwriting. i miss my aunt and uncle, and my cousins too.

this surprise package, along with johnny cash and richard buckner on the headphones, makes today much better than i expected. also, i managed to get a good scheduling appointment, so maybe this week will be okay after all--despite the midterm i have tomorrow in the class i don't expect an A in anyway. damn the spring semester curse--in all of my time here, i've never managed a 4.0 in spring. i'm not sure why this is. but maybe by now it's a self-fulfilling prophecy; i notice i tend to brace myself for it nowadays. hm.

it's my kind of weather; it feels like i could push through a blank blue wall and reach behind to the spring we always manage here. so lovely, always. i can hardly wait, even though i'm fond of cloaking the body and winter provides the perfect ample excuse for such antics. today is perfect walking weather. spring churning fall, or something.

few songs really match both aesthetic and authentic (well, content-based) correspondence with one's heart, it seems...but oh, "elizabeth childers" still does so completely for me. it's been a while since i've found one that so does.

now, time to call property management places and dread possible post-pitt futures. sigh-yes.