March 9th, 2004

Fishy Circumstances


My morning has vanished into a cloud of digital photos, emails, and grey overcast skies. I swear, I've been productive, I just don't have too much evidence for it - instead, everyone else has the evidence, since I sent them emails. I didn't even sleep in today and I've used it all up.

Indigo is apparently going to be sending me my 5-item book-and-music order one package at a time. It's their loss, since the postage was free.

The afternoon holds lovely Clafouti food, a Petrarch talk, some Boethius, and hopefully a great deal of chapter editing. That, at least, will give me evidence of having done work.