A Hurried Entry
Today’s gonna be a quick one. I didn’t sleep and when I finally did sleep, it was late into the morning. I’m pressed for time.
My weekend was sad. I spent a healthy portion of it with the lady I’m taking care of. She has advanced cancer. She’s fading. When she was a resident at my place of work, if ever I needed cheering up, I’d visit with her. I visited often . . .
Moving on before I get all emotional.
I very much enjoy the stories I am baking for the book. In one case, I was imagining a poem as a Pixar movie. Weird, but it got me excited and it made the practice fun. Those are coming along. Albeit slowly.
I haven’t studied for school. I need to. I think it would benefit me. I feel reasonably smart, but wonder if I’m smart enough. My self esteem would be tested were I placed in remedial math or english. I don’t think I could take it.
I would also like to get all the imagery digitized. I have it, it’s just a matter of getting it all on the computer and formatted for things. Not at all hard, just time consuming. As of late, I haven’t had a lot of time to speak of.
I need to go shower. I stink like a monkey in a sewage treatment plant.