Here are some thing I should be doing with the endless time:
- Balance my checkbooks. I have no idea what's going on with my money right now, and whether I have the faintest chance in the world to earn enough to pay the bills I currently have, much less buy anything new or travel.
- Finish the two separate crochet projects I have in progress. One's nearly done, the other barely a glimmer in my eye. But both are for specific people, so they need to get done. (Hey, JRA, one's for you!!)
- Mail a birthday present to my best friend. (Hey, girl, if you're checking this out!) It's sitting in my living room being all adorable. Her birthday was in April. I sort of suck.
- Write a different friend a letter. (Hey, P, if you're checking this out!) I got a why-can't-we-go-have-coffee-all-the-time note from him recently, and it would be lovely to respond with a real life, analog, honest-to-god letter, because the truth is I think of him often and my life would be greatly improved by being able to go have coffee with him more often than, say, once or twice every eight years.
- Clean the bedroom. Extensively. Throw a bunch of things away (really, this means to give them to Goodwill/the Brown Elephant, but it amounts to the same thing: those items should leave my house and go be useful to someone else). If I clean the bedroom I can rearrange the bedroom, and I have a feeling that either I will absolutely love the bedroom in a new configuration or it just plain can't be done. One of those.
- Work on my novella. What, you don't think I have one? I do. It's just I haven't touched it for about 18 months. Oh, wait, and recently I discovered everything I write is worth nothing. But I could at least finish it before I decide it's worthless and throw it away.
I remain preoccupied with waiting until I find out certain pieces of information.
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