2:26 PM

Reconnecting is a strange art. Lately, it seems like I've been getting calls and e-mails from loads of people I haven't seen or spoken to in years, all wanting to catch up and some wanting to explore old thoughts and feelings. I suspect everyone is feeling the immenence of change, and, rather than evolve, it seems simpler to revert to something familiar.
Maybe it's that I very recently ended a relationship, or I look at it as moving backward somehow, or I just feel safer avoiding people, but, a select few people aside, I don't feel much like grabbing coffee with people with whom I went to high school. It's not that they are bad people or anything; it's just that I was never close with many of them, and, because of how I've been told I was perceived then, I think I'd feel as though I was being appraised.
There is what appears to be a monsoon outside my window. It's only been raining for about five minutes, and already the yard is flooded. Oscar, my dad's dog, hates the thunder and, despite being seventy-five pounds, has taken shelter on my lap. I'm glad I took him for a walk before it started pouring.
Work is a nightmare. I just can't force myself to sit down and begin. I get so anxious thinking about how long it takes to make any progress that I never even start. It's completely self-defeating.
I've been spending more time with my younger sister, Catherine, in recent months. Before she and I started seriously trying to forge a relationship two years ago, the only person I got along with in my family was my father. She's sort of a built-in confidante. It's kind of neat to be related to someone I think of as a friend.