days of work

Don't even think you're going to get a sensible post today or tomorrow. Time is so tight that I passed on coffee at Paul's and lunch anywhere. I sit focused on one thing only: exam reading.

Breakfast is the exception. There must always be time for breakfast. I'll spare you the photo. (It was granola.)

After, I send Ed and Isis off to their work stations (the sheep shed)...











... and I dig in. If I can finish by tomorrow -- that would be grand. If not -- well, life will go on.





Late at night, after the last of the oysters, the last of the chicken soup, after one bad library movie, half watched while I tried to pay bills and attend to the bureaucratic details of life, after a bunch more hours reading and rereading papers, Ed suggested a walk. Just up and down the country road.

A rabbit scurried, a plane went by. We studied the trees that were cut back today to make room for the electrical wires. And then we went home. And I played some sad music to help me pick up the work papers again.