I kept a low profile today. I didn't respond to any of the faxes that appeared in the tray (although I did do some of the work they wanted; I just didn't fax anything back). The only time I left the house was to scatter a few bread crumbs for the birds, after I over-toasted a baguette and made it a little too crisp.

It wasn't my intention to stay home all day. I was up early this morning (for me, that is), and I even shaved. I never shave on days when I don't expect to leave the house at all. But I found that I liked doing nothing so much, I did it all day long. I've felt so drained lately that I needed a day like this to refill the tank.

I did do some homework, though. I typed up last week's new vocabulary words, for easier studying. It's too bad I've forgotten most of the signs we learned in class, because without that knowledge all I have is a list of words. I probably won't use "church" and "hospital" much anyway. Well, maybe "hospital," what with the baby coming so soon.

Also, every time I passed the bathroom mirror I practiced my story. I can do it from memory when I'm alone and looking myself in the eye. In class I'm sure I'll need my notes.

Mostly, I let the warm air flow through the house and wash over me all day. It was a healing kind of day, and I'm looking forward to tomorrow for the first time in a lot of yesterdays.

Did I ever claim to be jaded? Did I ever say I hated sloppy sentimentalism? Have I ever criticized a movie for having an obvious happy ending? No? Then it won't be a surprise that I loved Love Actually, a movie with ten obvious happy endings. Ten setups, ten payoffs. I could watch this movie ten days in a row and cry (and laugh) every time. Please don't hate me because I love a good love story (or ten).