| What are we doing?
March 2nd, 2004 X has phoned me twice by now, the first time on the morning after, to deeply apologize. This, I accepted, for I feel one should be able to learn from one's mistakes. Much pleased, moreover, I was with the news that, although I have no recollection of this at all, I turn out to have hit X myself too, during my attempt to deflect his blow. So hard, in fact, that he himself had a torn lip and some hefty crusts on the head. That'll teach him (although he's off considerably less worse than I am). A bigger problem I have with Y, who did call me late in the afternoon of the day after, but who, during that conversation, clearly indicated not to feel guilty about anything whatsoever. He intends to write me a letter, and I am curious as to what it will contain. If, however, I don't get an apology of his, for dragging around my furnishing without my asking so, and for in so doing damaging my home and waking my sleeping neighbour, I will still file charges, for trespassing. Meanwhile I have returned to work, and the mental damage still is greater than the physical. Can't say I lead a boring life, in any case. |