October 21, 2003
I am trapped in email hell. My primary email address is on the fritz again and it is driving me bonkers. I can't talk to Helene about what is going on, this amazing little potion that is bubbling up in my private life. We are talking on the phone every night, the man and myself, and it is good. He is encouraging, supportive, funny, self aware, and able to *be* there for me in ways that never occurred to the other men in my life. And I am certain that he will get along well with my family and friends.