To love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person.

Fromm, from The Art of Loving. I stumble across some notes, while waking up. I’m working from home today because some contractors are coming by to do some measuring on the house.

What a strange twenty-four hours.

I’ve had a lot on my mind, which made for an interesting hour with J. Surprisingly that was preceded by lunch with K where we talked mostly about businesses and organization. I spent the afternoon sitting in the surgery waiting room with my mother waiting for my stepfather to get out of back surgery. Dinner. Then I got incredible frustrated with one of my volunteer organizations, so I turned to distracting myself with comfort movies. Next thing I know, it’s the middle of the night. A sudden bout of facebook heckling came up, which spurned a couple serious conversations. And then there is the other thing.

Today is going to be long. I’m going to brew coffee.