At one point a few hours ago I was very excited about writing this journal entry, but now that I've finally had time to get to it I'm just stressed and exhausted. People have been interrupting me a lot in the last hour, and I've got to go run some errands before I can go home. Some other time I'll tell you about the interesting Dorothy Sayers essays I've been reading and how they've made me think about creativity, and about my fascinating conversations with Liralen, and about lunch with Flynn. Maybe later tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

Food is a wonderful way to get into a better mood. Jim and Harold and I went to The Old Spaghetti Factory in downtown San Jose, which was something of a drive but well worth it. I had really yummy spaghetti with mushrooms, and garlic bread, and a cherry Italian soda (soda water, cream, cherry syrup) and felt much more like being alive and interacting with people was a worthwhile thing to do. Thank goodness.

Now it's fairly late, and we're at home waiting for Kevin and Pam to show up. Their plane was enormously delayed, so instead of getting in at 11 they'll probably be here around 2; apparently there was some delay on the east coast which is slowing things down all across the country. I feel sorry for them; travelling with a cranky one-year-old can't be fun.