My coffee is brewing. Last night I couldn’t find my analog journal. I tore up my office, bedroom and bathroom looking for it. I know it’s here somewhere, but where? I once wrote in it every night; now I only write when it’s something that I want to keep private. It’ll pop up, I’m sure.

Coffee tastes so much better when the temperature is cool. Once I am done sipping, I will walk to my mailbox and mail my Maker’s Mark Ambassador card that John Beck gave to me as well as the Thank you note I wrote to Joe and Judy.

Yesterday I received an email from the Amazon Marketplace seller that I bought the Emma Peel megabox set from and she said she just received the Amazon email 2 days late and will speedy deliver it to me ASAP. I wish it could just materialize in my hands. I feel all Emma Peel tingly inside.

It is so important that this weekend Lisa and I visit Joe and Judy. We’ve been busy and haven’t visited. Judy, I am sure, thinks it’s because we can’t handle seeing her bald and weak. That’s not true! We are just self-centered!

Can you believe my old college roommate still hasn’t responded to either email I sent inviting her to meet me at Rosemont College’s Oktoberfest? Maybe she finally remembered why we stopped speaking back in 1995? I have her phone number. I could just give her a call. But what if she is purposely ignoring my emails? I don’t want to pursue her. Ugh, I HATE being friendly.