
Sara sent this postcard to commemorate the next phase in my life. She’s been sending postcards to all her students and I’m glad I’m in the mix even though I’m not a student.
Sara sent this postcard to commemorate the next phase in my life. She’s been sending postcards to all her students and I’m glad I’m in the mix even though I’m not a student.
May 2022. This is a post from the beginning of the pandemic. It’s been sitting in my draft folder for more than two years now. I am publishing it without revising, so please excuse its first-draft form.
I looked at my list of things to do for 3SMReviews and for Keen Eye and decided two hours per day each wasn’t going to cut it and I switched to three hours per day. This, plus the hour a day looking for work and the hour each a day working on two different books means I have a long work day.
I’m okay with it, I think? I do better with time being structured, rather than free-form. We shall see what this week brings.
Right now it’s 6:00 and I’m hungry and want to eat. Interestingly, the cats haven’t started bugging me for food.
Aside from a shirt destined for Goodwill, I also cut up a bandanna for this great black mask. I’ve got an orange bandanna to cut up for my own mask.