a month of lists
This week is the beginning of the end. There were five Functions to attend (in addition to normal full-time Job), and for some reason I created a to-do list of thirty items, and even crossed off most of them — only two are left undone.
In the meantime: doctors visits and bills to pay and scraping frost off the car in the morning, going to class and laughing with friends, and at one point I came in from the cold, blew my nose emphatically, and nearly ripped out my piercing — it’s a big bloody scab now. (ouch.)