The longest Monday

So tonight it dawned on me how slowly today and yesterday have gone by. I thought it must have been Tuesday by now. But it's not. It's going to be a long week I think. Definitely different from last week. But I almost got my room cleaned, that's the good news. I got all my luggage emptied and out of my room, but I still have lots of small things with no homes on the floor. But I can see the carpet again. It looks a ton better. I shouldn't have let it go this long. I need to take some lessons from the Brawny Man on housekeeping. :) I'm making good progress I think. I only have two more boxes to unload. I need some hangers before I can make any more difference.

I played racquetball with my dad this afternoon. He's much better than I am, but I'm getting better. It's been so long since I've played racquetball. I need to make sure I can play when I get down to BYU, I have to challenge Andy to a racquetball duel. I haven't been practicing much in the last couple of years, so he'll probably beat me. But I really do like to play.

I listened to some of my old music today, and I realized that I don't even care about some of the bands I used to listen to a lot. But some are still so sweetly familiar. It's like talking to someone in person and then being separated. For a couple of days you still have a pretty clear memory of what their voice sounds like, but when you actually hear their voice it surprises you how much more real it is than just a memory. Even though you know what they sound like, hearing them is so much richer. Talking to some people is like listening to music.