Another bright sunny day. To the east, I can see blue sky with long white clouds; to the south, the sky is full of white clouds with only a little blue peeping through, and the sun is a huge white-with-a-hint-of-yellow mass behind the clouds. There are still more shades of green visible than I have names for, and Jane's cactus has little magenta flowers at the tips of a few branches.

Milky coffee on my tongue, the knowledge that Soren had a good night of sleep, and woke up cheerfully a little while ago (he's back in bed), and sunlight. The odd abrupt coughs that plagued me yesterday seem to have gone, or at least minimized themselves; I skipped Vanguard because of them (when you really don't know whether you're going to cough at any moment, socializing seems like a risky thing to do)... well, and because there are things I probably should do and say before socializing with certain people.

's odd: I went to the reading on Wednesday night, and looked at the authors/editors/fans/readers, and felt as if they both were and were not "my people," which makes me wonder if my home subculture has changed... which reminds me, I finally figured out what my current journal book's title is, and it's a little bit startling. (It's worlds away from who I was. At least it's not I miss the mountains, which is what I thought it would be.)