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
better.
.
I have apple sauce. I have lots of work to do. I am sleepy. Steve was
snoring again.
