I am still in bed. I have been awake over an hour. I did get out of bed once (and am still wearing only a sarong) to make myself some eggs, but I returned promptly as soon as they were done.
But I'm not going to be lazy today. I'm going to go take a shower. Then I'm going to make some coffee and start organizing our clothes into "clean" and "dirty" piles. I'll probably put at least one load into the washer before I leave.
Then I have to go order more contacts. My 6-month supply is already up somehow, so I need more. I also have to pick up some more birth control today. That supply is diminished as well.
And then I'm coming back home to CLEAN. The apartment's pretty messy and disorganized, and I really ought to do a better job of not letting it get so cluttered. Discipline!
Lastly, Mom got me a subscription to Everyday Food (a Martha Stewart publication). It's a great little magazine -- full of recipes and tips and all that. So I thought I'd plan a few meals for this week and go buy ingredients. That's being responsible, isn't it? We always eat out, which is quite expensive.
Okay. I just wanted to get my thoughts in order. I may post a follow-up blog.... Off to shower and make coffee now.
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What's in My Journal (by William Stafford)
Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.
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