Wow. Passed, much time has. Just got back from running a summer camp in Northern Illinois for a week. A week of utter chaos, averaging about four hours of sleep a night, and I'm not yet recovered. I lost about ten pounds during the week, mostly from stress.
And last night I called the camp, just to check on how it's going. Of course, things are fine, with my sister in charge (next week, my uncle's in charge, and the week after that, my cousin). So I talked to one of my assistants there, and we chatted for a while, and then another one of my assistants got on the line. She's the official camp secretary. I was dreading talking to her, because our parting was a trifle more emotional than when I said goodbye to my other assistant directors.
My dread was well founded, because she mentioned how they all missed me, and then she dropped an "We love you" on me, and I responded (conditioned, Pavlovian response) with "I love you too." I didn't really give it much thought at the time, but I suspect that I may have let something slip (yes, I do like her, she's a great girl, smart and good-looking too). As I read over the previous sentences, I realize it sounds a little high-school, but I hope she didn't read anything into it. Or maybe I do. It's tough being ambivalent about your own feelings.
Basically, I think that she and I are in similar positions, in that neither of us is particularly emotionally stable at the moment (she was engaged to be married, but not any more; I am pretty much a bachelor who has a problem with self-confidence) and neither of us is certain of our individual futures. The last thing I want to do is go charging up to see her and then hurt her feelings (almost a guaranteed result when I get interested in a woman). In other good news, I'm going to take the FBI special agent exam a week from today.
I did break down and buy WinDVD 4, and it's turned out to be a great purchase. Never went to see Natalie's band play. Oh, Warcraft III ROCKS! I love it.
