As the end of January approaches, so does the deadline for my grad school application. I have spent most of today revising, reading, revising, sending to my friend Kris for help, revising, reading… ;P I officially applied on Friday, so I want to mail the materials out on Monday. Also, two more months until I see Eriko. X)

I can only think of one thing that could make my Friday night better than it is now. That is, of course, the beautiful woman in the picture hanging on the left-side of my monitor. Looking beautiful, she is. Eriko has been busy lately. Driving lessons, child-minding lessons, work… singing. Meanwhile, I’ve been doing a little too much goofing off. I had some good visits with Alex the last two nights, but that detracts from what I really want to be doing.

Well, I am enjoying myself. My room is still cluttered, there are still extraneous items strewn around the apartment, my desk is still a mess… But Bailey sleeps on the corner of my bed, and I can hear David muttering at to his computer. I gaze fondly at my picture of Eriko; having just sent her an email I wonder what she is doing. I bought a phone card online yesterday, so if my luck holds up, I will call her Thursday morning.

Rain, clouds, cold. On perhaps at the start of any other year, I might take such things to be a bad omen. Not this one. As my father likes to say, “I’m on my way.” As I like to say, “I’m a lucky guy.”

I want to sing for you, play for you, dance with you. I can imagine thoroughly embarassing myself in front of my family, your family. But in your eyes all I can see is love.

Here I am in Anchorage, surrounded by snow-filled trees and cloudy skies. The view from the house is magnificent, I often forget just how beautiful it is. I wish Eriko was here to see it with me.