last night:
dinner
yoga
long phone call from e. during which I was accused of purposely keeping him at bay (you live halfway across the country, fool, what am I supposed to do?)
read
weird, weird dream about being in a church in Prague...using their ancient phone to try to call with my friend J., who was supposed to be in the city somewhere. i always start dreaming about him close to the anniversary of his death and i always forget the anniversary of his death until i start dreaming about him.