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Sunday, April 28, 2002

My big accomplishment for the day was refilling the bird feeder. I woke up sluggish and stayed that way all day. Ambition today meant going to the trouble of climbing the stairs to the loft so I could sit in my lounge chair and read. I have laundry and dishes to do, and bills to pay, but those will have to wait for another day.

Now that I've let myself get two days away from the deadline, I have no choice but to spend tomorrow and Tuesday frantically filling out forms to keep the government off my back. Fortunately, the Boss is in Texas (sorry, Texas) for his girlfriend's daughter's wedding.

With luck, the wedding will actually come off this time. The last time she was this close, she caught her fiancÚ with her best friend a week before the appointed date. That was a weepy trauma of the lowest order. Things like that just don't go over well, especially in Texas. This new guy has been vetted and chained to the hood ornament on her Buick. It's at least enough of a sure thing that the Boss was willing to go through Las Vegas airport security to fly down there.

I've lurched my way through about half of the April workload. Now I have two days for the other half. One, actually, because there are things that have to go in the mail Tuesday. Oh, this is going to be a fun Monday. It's a good thing I filled the bird feeder today, because they'd starve waiting for me to give them anything to eat tomorrow.

looking east

A view through the branches of the birch tree in my garden of the trees beyond.

This was sort of a maintenance day for me, the kind I seem to need more and more often lately. I got up this morning with the full intention of going to a movie, at least. I even shaved. (That shows I was serious about going out.) But as I tried to get going, I realized that I needed rest more than anything else in the world. More than food, more than air. So I spent time letting the pressure slowly ease out of my body. This was my only chance, since there's no way I can give myself any peace on a Monday. Especially this Monday.

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