I have four and a half days left of vacation, and I am not making any plans for them. I would like to read the rest of Moby Dick. I would like to get my new compost bin set up and started. I would like to plan my next mosaic project (you can see the latest one here; it was a present for Eric's mom and a pleasure to make). I would like to think about what all I want to do next year and how I can do it. I would like to take some walks and naps.
Actually, hold up, that seems like way too many things already. Really if I can just finish that damn whale book by January 2, I'll be satisfied.
