Skipped a day, but it was a good one, not one to be sorry for.
I’m well into another batch of files, getting close to starting a Bankers Box with labelled folders, and closer to a playground full of blogs.
Soon.
i am trying
And I’ll try again today.
Good so far. I wrote a difficult letter when I got up—to a late friend’s daughter whose husband just died. I haven’t seen her since she was a little girl, last time in her early twenties.
It took me over an hour, then I swam. Then breakfast and a nap—really tired.
So—start the day.
I hope it will be a good day….
It was.