every day of the week.

if you look to the left from my window, you see the city building rise up from victorians: clorox, wells fargo, the tribune. if you look to the right is is the domes and ornate roof of the cathedral next to the bakery.

i've moved. i sift through heavy piles of my belongings which i have overturned foolishly from hurriedly packed boxes. the clutter is overwhelming. it takes me two months to fold everything and put in drawers.

i am busy every day of the week. i learn new things. i get sick every month from exhaustion — one or two days that i cannot get out of bed.