When I looked at the clock it was about 3:15 am. Now it's 4:30. I tried turning on the fan-no help. I finally turned on the AC and for some reason here I am at the computer posting for the second time on our blog. Mark will wake-up soon and get ready for work. He thoughtfully sets out his clothes each night so he won't wake me up. He's been taking the bus to the Shrine hospital where he works. The 1990 Corolla, the first car I ever purchased new, has been sitting in the front space of our "tandem" parking space at the luxurious "Regent Place Apartments". Something is wrong with it and Mark plans to have it checked out. My suggestion to "let it go" has so far been fruitless. Mark doesn't like to discard things just because they are old. An example would be his "holely" jeans that are now just about right for relaxing in.
Michele took pictures of the trio of pictures I wrote about yesterday and they can be seen at her blog linked on the left-it's the one in French. I took pictures of my pieces, but will need a "tutorial" in how to post them.
I realized as I was writing that writing for a blog is like an "open letter" to the world. It can be somewhat personal, but not too. You "self-edit" as you go along-you certainly don't want to bore anyone who might read what you've written. It is very different from writing in my journal-which I haven't done for a while. But somehow it has a satisfying aspect. Interesting...
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