Potatoe

[rinue]

An odds and ends day. Grocery shopping at Newflower -- now my produce bowl looks like a still life. I finished an interview e-mail (for a documentary about independent filmmakers my friend Tony's making), fiddled with a script, folded laundry, made several meals, and held a production meeting. Nevertheless, I feel as though I haven't gotten anything done. The day job does this to me -- knowing I'll be out of commission for four days of the week. (This is not true at all; I get plenty done during the workweek when I feel like it. The real problem is that I feel drunk and unmotivated most of the time; allergies hit my inner ear hard, and this year is a bad one.)

I've noticed that my penmanship has gone downhill in the past month, to the point where I have trouble reading my own writing. I normally enjoy the physical act of forming letters with a pen, which lends itself to clean shapes and occassional font shifts for emphasis, but for some reason I've fallen into the habit of rushing along illegibly. I don't know why. The thoughts haven't been urgent. Anyway, I'm standing against the tide and plan to bring careful lettering back to my communications, even to myself. It might be fussy, but it's more pleasant (and notably more utile). Apologies to the few of you who have gotten letters from me in this degenerate period.