I had a phone message the other day from a fellow I lived with for a few years. It's strange that things are sort of wandering back from the past -- I have no interest in this particular blast from the past -- but it's still somewhat interesting. My work starts on Monday -- I guess I'll just see what happens. I waver back and forth between trust and despair -- well "despair" is perhaps too gloomy-sounding. I've had a very interesting life, so whatever happens is all right, I suppose. Since I have no choice I might as well just soldier on.