Week One of being unemployed. I'm doing my best to be productive -- to keep busy as a way to ward off depression or anxiety. I have the rest of my life (or at least the next 35, 40 years) to work like a dog. I can handle having this time off. I need it. Drew and I need it. It just feels so unnatural at the moment.

I took Nicholas to a movie yesterday. I went to the eye doctor (because I lost my glasses in Missouri). I went to see my mechanic. Today I'm reading, having lunch wth Jana, doing laundry and taking a long run.

My Uncle Gary had a massive heart attack two days ago and I still haven't mustered the courage to call him. At first he was too critical, and then I wanted to let him rest, and now I feel like I won't know what to say.

Gary isn't even sixty yet, and he almost died. He's not overweight and he doesn't smoke. Apparently it was genetic. It came out of nowhere at 3:30 in the morning. If I knew I was going to be felled by coronary heart disease at 57 I could probably enjoy being slothful this week.

Wow, that was a little egotistical.