Today...

... I did not fold the laundry.

I washed it, but I did not fold it. Because I did not want to.

Instead, it is sitting in the basket getting wrinkled.

I also read a book for most of the day about Anne Morrow Lindbergh.

When I was in high school one of my closest friends read a book by her. She never loaned it to me, she just told me about it. Then, she bought me a different book by Anne Morrow Lindbergh than the one she'd told me all about. I've always loved that book ("Gift From The Sea") but I've always wanted to read the other book. But I don't know what it's called. Anyway, this is entirely pointless, but it is interesting to read about people's real lives and how they mess things up and think they have things figured out and how they don't. I especially liked the part of how she debated whether she could be a writer and be a mother.

Choosing an identity is a tricky business.

Being without a computer is also a tricky business. I am not thinking about the things I've lost. Instead, I am closing my eyes tightly and hoping my brother-in-law will work miracles tomorrow.

My two-bedroom, clean town home is looking possible. I had to call people on the phone to investigate it, which was extremely traumatic.

No pictures. They are on the dead computer.

Luckily, I have back-ups of those.

As for all work on my novel from October through March... not so much.

I guess it's good I started being a slacker in February.

I am also missing my budget.

Does this mean I can buy whatever I want?

Too bad I can't look on the internet for it.