in my cd player... Red House Painters Old Ramon   on the page... Donna Tartt The Secret History   into... not waiting 6 more months to visit Laine in Manhattan; Jim's familiar, serious voice in my voice mail; cheap orange and yellow Gerber daisies that fill my new vases; sun when you least expect it; putting off work for a more vitally important mission   game day 2... Saturday's game was rained out. A fact I gathered when I got close to Camden Yards and saw people walking away from the ballpark. Apparently a lot can change during a 50 minute car ride, as the game was still on when I left my apartment. I picked up my ticket and exchanged it for today's final game against the Rangers. Same section. One row closer. And a few important missions that I need to complete.   fleet week... I returned Jim's call late last night, explaining that I'd been in New York and laughing into his voice mail about our Memorial Day trip to Manhattan so, so many years ago. About the sailors and the Staten Island Ferry and Yankee Stadium and menacing looks on the subway. It's a little odd to reminisce with a machine, but I do it very well.   three long days... I'm busy and smiling and laughing and filling these three days with brand new stories. And yet Tuesday. I simply can't wait until Tuesday.