July 6, 2003
I'm behind on all fronts. Being out of the office a random day here and there has accumulated, like the drip-drip-drip of moisture that form a stalagmite. The continued job search has taken precious hours on evenings and weekends that would normally have been used for upkeep; as a result the yard and garden are beginning to show signs of neglect and I've done nothing on the many house projects that wait patiently. And on top of it all, I am tired, I long for a week or two all to myself, to sleep, read, knit, dream, and catch up.