Crazedness, by the way, at least in my mind, has three syllables.
I do not think April could have been busier thus far. I am hoping to get a little time to relax this weekend. The weather is supposed to be great - maybe we will go take a nap in the park. We have done this, near the restaurant - there are lots of people around, but no one bothers you.
Last night I talked to a friend I've known since 1990, but hadn't spoken to since sometime in 2000 (this is our best estimation). We talked for an hour; you can't really describe seven years in an hour, but we did our best. Current situations took up a lot of time - we both live in different cities from the one where we spent time together, we're both in relationships, we both have very different jobs, etc. But she immediately knew my voice, and hers is a little different from what I remember, but the laugh is still exactly the same. I have wondered about her a lot over the time we didn't speak. We had a lot of intense experiences early on. Please don't torture her for info about me. Heh. I'm sure she feels the same way.
By the way, I forgot to mention last night that I am sorely tempted to use our old joke, "Maybe I was (word deleted)," reasonably often. Too bad everyone but you and Phil would be shocked and appalled.
