I've back-filled entries for Friday and yesterday. Which are mostly about food, but that's not a bad subject in and of itself.
About all I did today was get Robert to the airport for his flight to San Francisco (where he has a conference to go to). It was nice seeing him but he was not here for nearly long enough, sigh. Without him around, I have less excuse for not doing the ton of stuff I have to catch up on at home. The box of shame is overflowing. There's mending and cooking and laundry and all of the other usual tedium of daily life. As usual, I find myself thinking of all the things I planned to get through this year. There are still unread books, unorganized photo negatives, and yarn that isn't keeping anybody warm except the dust mites.
Why is it always so much easier to focus on the undone than on what has been accomplished?
Copyright 2006 Miriam H. Nadel