Whew, day four of my six-day workweek is done! This one has been a bit rough. I’ve had to ask a lot of questions about aspects of my job that I wished I already had a handle on. Sometimes I hate asking for help, but then I remind myself that I am only five months in.
FunkyPlaid and I went to dinner tonight and spied this B&B while walking back to the car. It looked like a haunted house, but not in a scary way. It’s a cheerfully haunted house, where the ghosts rearrange books so their titles spell out funny sentences.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: FunkyPlaid fill the hot-water bottles. Must be time for sleep!
While wandering around in the Pearl District tonight, I took a photo of this building so I can practice hand-printing the font. I wish I had something more to say, but it has been a physically and emotionally draining day, so that’s all I’ve got.
Writing from: my makeshift study in the dining-room. Listening to: Maxine’s new voice, which is much quieter than her old one.