Met Jen's mom yesterday...and saw a woman I did not want to see but feared I would, at a former place of employment. An old flame, if you will, under very bad circumstances(then). But I knew I might see her, probably more prepared than she was. It was ok. And the mom thing was fine. Having my dog while my ex-wife is at Burning Man is ok...it means I get to sit at my place and watch Angel and 24 hrs after a stressful day, sans girlfriend.

Work is very slow, plenty of time to surf, work on my friend's website a bit. He doesn't know much about the web so it's interesting trying to translate what he wants into what I can do.

Found a big piece of dry wall on the street I can use for a canvas. Started reading Plath's unabridged journals again. Amazingly touching and beautful. At 19 in 1950 she talks more about sex than I expected. She uses the image of the bell jar also, early. And she was very successful as a writer in college.

I am wiped out. Too tired to do much of anything today. Not seeing Jen much has been difficult, sortof, but more odd to have this quiet time in my new place, new neighborhood. Back in the big city. And taking the dog for a walk is a relief from sittig in the apt. Of course I couldn't use my laptop all weekend as I had left the power cord at work. That made things really odd. Stretched me a bit. Realized how much I depended on the net to fill time when I was not with Jen.

Climbing, hiking by the ocean was nice, Mickey's Beach. The Ocean is big.