I am watering my grass. It is November in Seattle and it hasn't rained in so long, that my grass is dying.
I got a call the other day from a friend from my days (long ago) in Europe. It's been 12 years since we spoke or saw eachother, 10 years since we wrote. It was a little odd talking to him after so much time, but really so much was the same as I remember. I can hardly remember that time very well. It seems like someone else's life, which I suppose it was in a way. My life seems to be divided into sections and I played a different character in each. Until now. I think I'm more sure of who I am now and am more authentic. In these other "lives" I was playing a part, doing things in response to others' expectations.

In other news, after years of resisting it, I am going to apply for preferred provider lists with some health insurance companies. I'm not sure why I cut myself off from this particular source of income (except for the many potential headaches of getting paid, but I think it's easier now). Let's hope it turns out to be a good thing.