Moved all the letterpress materials to the Museum of Printing, still have more to sort. But I don’t have it in me at the moment. Seriously depressed.
I am wading hip deep into other town projects that I don’t WANT to be in charge of, but I can’t find any parental supervision; just a lot shrugging.
You know what happens when I get sad right? I stop writing and do nothing but eat and shop….I’m looking at kayaks on craigslist.