mosquitos + the existential woes of Annie Dillard
Hello babes and bots! I am in the unpredictably sunny/rainy Minnesota right now contemplating quite deeply whether or not to make cookies. I have now made cookies. Updates Am considering the efficacy of calling home more often because I have limited service and a lot of new friends. I sing all the time and it probably pisses people off. I'm excessively loud, but this is not new. And my new life goal is self-improvement without self-deprecation which, I've learned, is an epic balance to strike with oneself. Tough. Very tough. In case anyone was wondering (no one was wondering), I haven't been reading. I took my copy of Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard with me into the woods and didn't read a single word until I got back. And while I recently finished For the Time Being by the same genius author, I can't claim to have made any progress on my yearly reading goal which means a) I will change the reading goal, b) I will fail, or c) I will read like the wind.....