Great song. Great line. I have some life-long friends, and this is what we’d say to one another if we didn’t live so far apart. Being an expatriate and living in a red state is at times a tough proposition, and I’m not talking about grammar. If I’d been able to see into the future, I might have stayed in Oregon. I didn’t know that putting this much distance between myself and everyone I know would ultimately have an adverse effect on me.

You can’t convince youngers that their viewpoints about various things might change when they got older. Me, I would have thought that I’d be the exception. I am living with the fact that I am not the exception.

Tonight I’m waxing philosophic. I do this when I’m tired.

Last night, although I was tired, I gave my article for the People’s Paper the grand old heave ho. I sought reasons for not having to do it, but because I couldn’t find any, I started work on it. And this morning I made more progress.

I also heard from Christopher – a sigh of relief upon reading his email about the second draft of my proposal. He liked it. What he cannot comprehend because he lives way far away, in South Carolina, is that getting the motivation to revise the proposal was extremely difficult. It will be easy to revise the chapters because I am more adept at doing essayistic writing.

I’m attempting to get Shelf Life done in addition to doing a whole lot of other things. I did go into work today, and all the while I regretted my decision because it was so nice out. The sun, she was shining brightly.

Writing group was cancelled because Becky bowed out upon hearing that Pam bowed out. I do understand that Becky has the Alaska State Fair gardens to nurture and tend to, and now is the time in which she’s getting going on this. At least I’m trying to understand this. I am glad that we three do connect so well, this is actually why I hate to see this group disband. But as others often say, “what is, is.”

Speaking of which, the high schoolers may be a volunteer no show tomorrow because they have other things to do. I guess that their degree of investment in the books to Kenya program is negligible. This is okay. Or it has to be okay.

I have come to the realization that no one, absolutely no one, with the exception of Pete, is as invested in the BLBP as I am. This high degree of investment gets the work done, but it does not motivate others to give it their all. Two halves equal a whole, which reminds me – I at some point have to do my math homework.

Is doing too much as bad for you as doing too little? I hope I don’t find out.

Next: 38. 2/7/26: Lag Time