Weary with toil
I received significant email from Dad today. He was going on about my plans. Whatever they are, he will support them. Yes, that means something. He said I could live at home. I know he'd love that. I think he'd love for us (the girls) to all move back home, live there and stay young forever. I love HOME. I wish I could live there forever--home being wherever my family is. But there are so many differences, so many conflicts. It can't work. It doesn't.
I was supposed to go to San Francisco tomorrow. Well, it didn't work out for me. Money was an issue but not the deciding factor. I had no contact with Nicole, who was organizing the trip. She called me, left a message but no phone number. I looked for her and was unsuccessful. I did want to go. There's conflict with the test, which could have been rescheduled, but I had no details. I have a sonnet to perform as well, which could have been taken care of this week. But, again, no.
