Talked to Kevin tonight, at his hotel in New York. So good to hear his voice again, even though we were both tired, and didn't have anything of any importance to say. Told him about the dinner, and going to the museum with Karen, and the books I've been reading, and what Tivo's recording for his return. He told me about the work he's doing, figuring up the fine points of a paper he's writing with a colleague there, preparing to write it up for publication. It wasn't a good connection -- at times, the line filled up with static, so that I could barely hear his voice. It made me frustrated, angry. How dare anything interfere in this small time of ours?
I think I'm getting very tired, with all this reading. It will be good to have him home again. Four more days.