I recently converted a little side room into my main WFH office. It’s pretty nice, and has great sunlight in the morning. But then some new folks moved into an apartment next door, bringing their dearly beloved concrete pet with them.
It was especially hard to get used to at first, as I was always catching myself feeling watched. It is still a bit freaky, but I’ve come to accepted his presence, and now find myself thinking that this poor calcified animal needs a name.
Today I am chasing, running, drinking, coordinating, wanting, feeling, reading.
My guide had an interview. Some intensely Berkeley-sounding interview...
Feeling steamrolled-over. I am finding more and more that I need time and space to mull things over.
One month ago, seven seasons of Gilmore Girls were made available on Netflix. This morning, I finished season seven.
writers... write. Readers... dream they are writers
snow.. rain... stay awhile
I hate being sick because it makes me vulnerable.
Making your own soap.