So, I think I botched introducing Arty to the journal. It really should have been done via email, where I am so much more articulate. Instead I just showed it and tried to explain it verbally, doing a rather bad job. Sigh. I'll email and try to do it better this time. 
     Yesterday must have been Sofa Day. Everywhere I went, cushionless sofas littered the curbsides. What do people do with sofa cushions without the sofas? I mean, aren't the cushions made to fit? It's not exactly like you can replace a torn cushion on your own couch at home. Unless, that is, you have the very same model, I guess. 
     The high from yesterday is starting to wear off. The service and the meeting and the hanging out and stuff, combined with the good weather and a general feeling of health, had me in a kind of mild euphoria. These can never last too long, and some low, sad feelings are moving in. I'll be ok, it's nothing to worry about. For every high there must be a low. 
     And I miss Rebar tremendously. He's been out of the area for awhile and will be for awhile still. I think maybe I take our friendship for granted sometimes. Not just the big stuff, the acts of generosity and support that keep each of us going, pep talks and such. But also the small stuff, like the constantly running game of Punch Buggy. I am so tired of punching myself. And I'm gonna drink up all the diet root beer before he even gets any. 
     So, now that the CGI is working nicely, would you like some more bookmarks? Since the subject of journalling has come up, I'll post some journals and weblogs I know of. The ones above the line are the "must sees." These I check on every day.