I'm
- too busy.
- finally finished reading Atlas Shrugged for the first time. Look for the movie out next year by the look of things. By the way, the protagonist in the novel is named Dagny, which means "new day."
- not looking forward to being cold this winter. Maybe I will be able to embrace my inner polar bear, but I'm not so sure about that. Maybe just a bunch of good books.
- looking forward to seeing the play my eldest has spent so much of her last two months helping to put on.
- looking for a place to sell and/or refine my old silver. I love the stuff, but it's such a pain to take care of.
- trying to decide if it is more cost effective to sell or donate clothes I just don't wear. Probably the latter.
- thinking that my life's mission really and truly, once and for all, is to make sure that the first 18+ years of each of my children's lives are well-spent and that I would be a fool to think public school can come close to accomplishing that.
- another year more advanced as a human being as of last month. Don't laugh, you know what I mean.
- drowning in the minutiae of life.
- imagining what life, full-time, in the Caribbean might be like.
- remembering that once I upon a time, not so long ago, I used to be into the whole writing thing.
- remembering that there are a great many things besides writing that I actually also enjoy doing. Hence the big gap in my writing . . . "Oh, bother," as my old friend Pooh is wont to say.
There. that feels better already. Now to go upload a few photos somewhere so someone(thing) besides my computer can view them . . .
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