It’s getting cloudy now, so maybe I won’t go outside after all. My phone says it’s 43 degrees outside, which isn’t encouraging.
I’m reading a book that I’m discussing with some other people from church (on Zoom), and the author is “Just like you, only prettier!” and she’s getting me to feel terrible about myself. Some of the other participants in the discussion really like her, so maybe they’re prettier, too.
I think I’ll feel better if I put it up. It’s giving me a sinus headache.
I don’t think I’d want to read any book by an author that was just like me, “only prettier.” That sounds like a losing proposition, all the way around.
It’s 48° and windy, and a bit on the hazy side, so I don’t think I’ll be going out. I could write a letter or two. I transferred the contents of the top drawer in the file into a plastic file box, but I’ll have to go through it, since this is January, and weed out everything from January 1 to June 30, and then I can sort through the other files I have.
I’ve decided I hate having things in so many places, and have been toying with the idea of a longer makeshift desk using two files and a door, or something close to it, like two planks, and a small bookcase. It would solve several problems at the same time, but I’ll still need to think about it.