Day 90: The cushions for the couches and chairs got here, so hopefully we can stop fussing with heavy furniture for a while.
Day 91: Some people have adorable kittens to take pictures of. I have puppies. 60 pound puppies that run at 30 km/h and use the picnic table as an obstacle course.
Day 92: I’ve put so many coats on this painting trying to get to black that it’s all cracked, and I have to fic that now.
Day 93: I was out late babysitting Friday night, so that by the time I got home and took a photo, it was technically Saturday and my eyes were not at their prime.
Day 94: Every morning for the past week I’ve had a mini panic because I can’t find my watch, but it’s always on the windowsill above the sink, right where I left it.
Day 95: Product of a productive weekend: two essays, some info for a comity I’m in, a new-to-me iPhone and a significantly less messy desk.
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