Something for the soul
Dirty dishes Clean dishes, soon to become dirty dishes Groceries, to unload and later cook, which will make more dirty dishes The near-constant state of our living room May Sarton writes, in A Journal of Solitude , "I spent four hours in Keene yesterday getting the car inspected and two new tires put on, also finding a few summer blouses. The mail has accumulated in a fearful way, so I have a huge disorderly pile of stuff to be answered on my desk. In the end, what kills is not agony (for agony at least asks something of the soul) but everday life." And to that I say, "Yes and yes and yes!!!" My "morning pages" journal created by my dear friend. A journal which asks much of my soul in the best way.