Been talking out loud to myself every day. Driving, I have to remind myself not to blank out thinking, but to pay attention.

There was a tiny strip of paper just about a quarter inch wide I picked up from a littered table at Michael's when we were going through his things, packing items and papers. On one side the paper had the title of a book by Stephen Potter. OneUpManShip. I have that book, it's kind of old. In fact I was given it by a professor as a prize in a satire class. On the back of the paper, there was another title that I didn't recognize.
I stuffed the paper in a purse I carry my cell phones in.

A week later I found the paper and looked at it again. Since he had so many books, I've wanted to go to bookstores but didn't have a chance until Thursday. Outside Borders there were the usual boxes of bargain books. One jumped out at me, it was the book written on the paper, The Areas of My Expertise by John Hodgeman. I bought it and started reading it. It's very much like the other book on the paper, OneUpManShip, with very dry subtle humor. And I didn't realize the author is the actor who is the PC in the Mac ads, and on the Daily Show. He's very funny. It's very much my taste.

The coincidence of finding the book so quickly is comforting, as if the universe were trying to tell me something. Some connection.

I hate seeing certain words near Michael's name. Like, "death" or "deceased." They look like filthy dirty words.