January 1, 2002 ~ An Entry a Day

Well, I did it. Last January, I made a resolution to write an entry every single day of 2001. And I kept that resolution. (Too bad you can't see that resolution, since I haven't got the archives up yet...)

I've found that writing an entry a day has actually made me a little more observant. I go through my day noting things that I would normally just forget, so that I may record it when I write. I savor my memories a lot more. I have more memories, since I make a point of remembering them.

Now I just need to work on actually uploading an entry every day. (I'm not starting off with a very good track record, am I? The last week's entries--more than that, actually--still aren't up... And they probably won't be anytime soon, since FTP on the server isn't working right now, and I leave for my flight before dawn tomorrow...).

Sorry, this isn't going to be much of an entry today, because I still have some packing to do, it's late, and I'm headed for London early tomorrow. I did, however, want to tie up some loose ends before I left.

Pokey is back from the mechanic, the bill is depressing, and Morgan and I did end up spending New Year's Eve in a Laundromat. *laugh* It was actually rather fun. He sat there with fascination watching the clothes spin. I pushed him around in one of the little laundry carts they had there. It didn't matter, since no one was there. When he noticed the security camera, though, he suddenly got all serious and adult-like. Heh. Silly boy.

Take care, everyone, and I'll see you when I get back from England. (And, hopefully, I'll have lots of entries for you!)





Footnotes:

weather: Cold.

bookmarked: Reading the most recent entries of all of the journals I keep up on before I leave.

writing focus: Filling in all of the info on my Passport.

mood: Excited.

journal land:

"But otherwise it was a great time to be out, and to be free. Masked heeler was definitely enjoying her present. Except, of course when the three of them discovered the patch of sand burs. I hated those plants when I was a kid chasing horny toads in this place, and the heelers now feel the same way. At least cactus you can see."

~ Grouse, in this entry of Grousin' in the Sage.



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