Thursday

An experience at the post office.  Ha!  I gladly managed to get the tube of artwork I'd mailed up to myself.  

Abandoned mirror downtown.

(Separate but related, I love the post office, I rely on it and I deeply care about its continuation, so my little dings about it are a combo of love/frustration/worry.  The worry about literally everything is beyond expression at the moment.)

Feeling much more human today although I look bad - thanks, T. - and still sound bad.  :-)  

Just finished The Tie That Binds by Kent Haruf.