February 18, 1990

Thirty years ago today

            Nancy worked today and I didn’t go out at all.

            Ibrahim came over and chatted while I puttered around.

            I drank a few beers from out of the six-pack I’d won in a bet with Judy.

            Nancy came home while I was rushing to get the laundry done before the laundry room closed at 21:00. I didn’t have time to do more than one drying cycle and so we had to hang up a lot of stuff to dry in my apartment overnight.

            I put one collage on hold and started a new one.

            There never seems to be enough time to feel like you’ve gotten anything done in it. It’s because I spread myself too thin by working on so many projects at the same time.