Sometimes I am dead tired, like tonight. I keep moving and I then am able to stay awake. Oddly enough, I don’t sleep very long. I wake up and I lay awake wondering certain things, like about the sorry state of the world. I mean, why would anyone, much less our beloved cough cough president ever be pissed about Bad Bunny doing the half-time Stupor bowl show?

This, I know, is the least of it. The U.S. has become a very militaristic country, which is being looked at askance by other countries. And those in other countries don’t see that there are many of us who are peaceable at heart.

Tough times, for sure. I also lay awake thinking about the book project and wondering how the next day is going to go. I’m never sure. In a perfect world we’d have an Executive Director who would write grants and fundraise. This is what these individuals do. Now that I can envision this, maybe it will come to be. It is a huge piece of the puzzle.

I think about little things; for example, if there are going to be enough books for volunteers to clean, or if there are going to be enough volunteers to clean books.

We are now experiencing the boomerang effect. Books that we put out into the world are now coming back to us – there were three large boxes outside the door of the former banquet hall of the historic Eagle Hotel when we stopped in around 8:30 after going to dinner.

I also think about big things, like how come I can’t get anyone to share my vision, which is the purchase of the Eagle Hotel. Now someone out there has enough money on them to do this. A few million would be a drop in the bucket, nary a blink of an eye. Such an individual would say, “Sure, I’ll write you a check. How much money do you want?” I wonder how one gets to meet such people. I think it has to do in part what social circles one inhabits and how one dresses.

I dress like a worker bee—always, jeans, tee shirts, fleece or wool sweaters. I need to find a fashion consultant, someone who will say, “wear this.” I will respond, “Okay” and wear whatever it is that I am told to wear.

I’m low maintenance. And I am most likely going to continue to be low maintenance.

Today, it was a writing group day. I thought there would be an additional person, and I put a lot of thought into how I’d accommodate them. This person did not show up.

The assignment (that I gave everyone) was to write about being in a perfect or imperfect world. I realized that this was too broad a topic for me, so I instead played a U-Tube version of The Big Rock Candy Mountain. Way fun. And I think that Pam and Becky enjoyed this.

I am going to sleep now, for at least a few hours. I’ve been looking forward to this ever since getting up this morning.

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