As I write this, Daniel's back at the Grassmere Inn, packing up. He has to leave for the airport around 9 this morning. I go back to the daily grind, back to work and back to a morning routine that holds little meaning and only serves to get me through the day.

I don't think I've ever been more excited to go back to school. Back to California. It's amazing how quickly my life switched around.

It smells funny in here, and I'm thinking it's my garbage. Made popcorn last night and Daniel and I ate it right before bed. The bag's in the trash now.

He may or may not have time to come back before he has to leave. It all depends on how long it takes him to pack, shower, check out. Dunno. I hope he can. I'd like to get one last picture before I have to wait to see him in August.