Tuesday, July 24, 2007
I'm supposed to be doing laundry and paying bills so I can go to the museum tomorrow, and to New Jersey Thursday.
Instead, I've spent much of the evening writing emails. I wanted to peruse Steve-in-England's websites, and then fill him in on my past 20-plus years. Unfortunately, I think more than I write, and I write slowly. (If I wrote everything I thought, recalling the past twenty years, the email would be a novel.) And I couldn't spend all that time on him without also paying attention to more immediate friends.
I've been typing a lot today. I'm surprised my fingernails haven't worn down.
I think I'm going to have to go to the museum on Monday.
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