finding my paper journal.
When I got in last night finally I looked around the house thinking that
maybe i brought it from my grandma's at some point intending to write and
then tucked it away somewhere. Still couldn't find it.
Then, you know those moments where you stop thinking about something and the
answer pops into your head? It was like that. It occurred to me that last
summer I probably took it with me to Chicago. It was in the front pocket of
my suitcase with my travel journal. So that was a relief. i feel much
I have apple sauce. I have lots of work to do. I am sleepy. Steve was