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04/14/2004: "Comfort"

Coming in at the end of the day, cold and wet, tired and hungry. Not sure which of these conditions to attend to first. Out of the wet clothes and into a hot bath -- takes the edge off the cold, anyway. Warmer, drier, and curiouser, I turn on the computer and check e-mail while eating. Then rest, the head falls to a placid pillow. I arise, not quite rested, not quite warm, not quite sated, but enough so that I can take care of other things.