Last night on my way out they were working on putting up a new Metra sign over 94/90. There were little blue sparks flying from behind it, as the workers welded it to the overpass. It was something fun for me, and I've told no one except you, diary. And when I arrived home, the birds were singing to each other again in the muted silence of night. Everything's just different at 4 A.M. I breathed it all in. Beautiful.

John and I had a nice little talkie talk talk last night. We spoke like we were really friends. It made me warm, and for the first time in a while I felt understood. Thank gawd the month's almost over.

And onto the monotony of the rest of my day...