Serving on a jury is interesting. My life is greatly about puzzles, and this is one on a grand scale.
My apartment is coming together. I finally have some artwork on my newly painted walls. Bringing some color and style into the space. Makes me happy. It’s feeling a little grown-up, but that’s part of me, too. As long as the whimsy doesn’t leave the space it’ll be ok. Audrey assures me that even if I tried to avoid it, something eccentric would creep its way into the space. I guess that’s true, based on others’ reactions to my stuff.
I really don’t think I’m eccentric at all. But I suppose that’s an external description… or at least it should be. No one should tell me that’s how they think of me.