December in Steve Willis's gorgeous calendar
Actually, I don't remember much of what I did today. Worked on a project. Visited my neighbor & her cat, Chester. Did my laundry. Ran on the treadmill. Waited. Ate a salad a minute ahead of the lettuce melting into mold. Read some of Barbara Tuchman's Proud Tower, about the decades before World War I. Tried to renew Wide Sargasso Sea; on hold so I have to finish it today rather than savoring it a few pages at a time. Turned the calendar to its last page of 2014. Oh, what am I going to do for 2015 (hint, hint)?
The list of what I didn't do is longer: I didn't go to class or Whole Foods. Didn't call Auntie Irene or my accountant. Didn't tidy up the shelf under the window. Didn't feed the cat or write to Sandy or study Torah or spread love & light in the known world.
The list of what I didn't do is longer: I didn't go to class or Whole Foods. Didn't call Auntie Irene or my accountant. Didn't tidy up the shelf under the window. Didn't feed the cat or write to Sandy or study Torah or spread love & light in the known world.