Hm...

Well, here I am again. 37th floor. Waiting for my cell phone to ring.

Is this all there is? It's not, I know that, but I sometimes convince myself it is.

With a wonderful woman. She lists her plans for the day prefaced with "Listen:" She, too, feels like there's something missing.

I wonder if the hill behind my childhood home has been developed. I wonder who's now living in my childhood home.

I should probably work.