Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

temima wrote in a comment to browngirl's journal:

"Actually, I am agnostic about the power of prayer, but hell, I think of it as ranting to an ever-listening, ever-patient ear."

This strikes me as an important function of prayer. Personally, I believe it's not the only point to prayer, but it's on the list. I just never managed to say it that well.

Thursday I took my guest to the airport, stopping to have dinner with madbodger first. I spent the night in Arlington, slept poorly, and made up for it by spending much of Friday drifting in and out of sleep. Made dinner in Arlington for the folks I was visiting instead of going to another friend's punk lute concert (damn, I should've posted her Artworks This Week appearance in my journal so more folks could've watched/taped it) because we were just running that far behind. (Wanted to drag someone to the concert; will have to do that another time. Also need to pick up Dawn's new CD when I get a chance.) Came back to Baltimore with the person I wanted to take to the concert -- she's crashing here while attending a class this weekend. Didn't sleep very well last night, so I'm sleepy again today, but I did make a wee dent in part of my to-do list. Not much, but enough to feel that I've done something. Waiting for microwaved baked potato to finish cooking and a cup of Earl Grey to steep, then it's snacktime.

I'm not doing all that well at getting out to see my friends face-to-face, but fortunately some are coming to me. (And I did get out Thursday, even though the outing was based around the trip to the airport.) It's a start. I should go visit butterfluff and Pam more often, since they're nearby.

This is the first place I've lived in that hasn't had a name, since my first apartment after moving out of my parents house. Now that I know I'm staying put for a while, I should name it. Other places I've lived have been named:

• The Barn (we didn't use the name much)
• The Labyrinth
• The House With No Name (yeah, the name was inaccurate as soon as we named it)
• The Oatfield
• TEAHouse West

I'm playing with ideas for a name for this house, but so far most of what I've come up with sounds corny to my own ear. (I was toying with the idea of "Desert Ship Nil" because the obvious choice for someone with my last name seemed kind of pretentious, but making it something that translates to "Camel Aught" replaces the pretensiousness with much safer dorkiness.) I'm sure I can come up with something better.

In the meantime, I blame it all on my being sleepy and hungry.