December 31, 2001
This was not a wasted day, I repeat to myself. I found a book that will serve me well as I expand beyond my established patterns of small rituals and celebrations. I'm tempted to get a coffee table just so I can keep my oversized reading stack in plain sight. Reading, playing music again, baking bread, these things I want to pursue in the New Year, but they will all consume hours, hours I don't feel that I have. They're locked away somewhere, buried treasure waiting for me to find them. It is a search without map, key or guide.