I'm feeling much calmer these days, though I'm hesitant to give in entirely to the sensation. I won't feel fully ready for relaxation until the beginning of May. I think that's a preposterous notion, that a single human being should feel ill at ease for a month and a half, but it seems fairly normal in Manhattan. We accept what we get because everyone around is accepting the same thing: stress.

I had a little me time this morning and strolled in around 11:30. My designer showed up a little after for a meeting, and, as per usual, we both spoke to each other quickly and loudly, though with affection. This is what happens when you put a Greek man and a Jewish girl together on a project. Noise.

My boss called me on my cell phone around 4 PM.

"Why are you calling me on my cell? You're down the hall from me," I said.

"Oh shoot, I can even hear you talking."

"What's up with you?" I said, and started to laugh.

"I thought you were at home."

"Why would I be at home?"

"Because I kept stopping by your office and the door was closed today."

"Hmm...well I had a meeting earlier with K--, and I had shut the door."

"You're not having a...thing with him are you?"

I started laughing even harder.

"Yea, I'm screwing K--. No. I was showing him one of the videos and I didn't want to blast the entire floor with the audio."

"Oh. Phew."

I loved that she thought I was at home and didn't seem to care. I like to go and visit her in her office, sitting on her corner table cross-legged. We chat a bit about the project, but more about our lives. Anything project-related can be resolved in a matter of minutes. We work pretty darn well together, and I'll miss her when I'm gone. She's top-notch.

After work I headed to Tupelo in Astoria, Queens to have drinks with my brother. I think he and I can handle seeing each other about once a month, and no more than that. He's like me, but even more, if that makes any sense. If I'm a lot to handle, imagine what it's like if there are two ofus.

We had an intense discussion about our father, our mother, his new house (freshly purchased today), the woes of moving, and our careers. All that over two beers and two shots per person in two hours. I was dizzy afterwards. Or drunk. Or something different than is acceptable if I were to be operating heavy machinery. Thankfully I am not. Our planet is safe for another day.

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