not a hug initiator

I don't know what to do first. It's 10:16. Shower, paint, wash dishes, clean house, do laundry, get sleep, return friend's email. 10:17.

Tonight my new friend at work gave me a painting he'd told me about - a power shovel scene by a fourth grader from Japan that had been a gift to him. I was very moved. I considered hugging him, but I'm not usually a hug initiator. I will hang it prominently in my home.

I must confess that I have never done the afore-mentioned block system. Not a single day. But look, they do read and sometimes write.

And play outside.

On my friend Mary's suggestion, the girls have regained their enthusiasm for workbooks by earning a prize every several pages of completion.

Last week I made stock, some of which became stew, some of which became chili, some of which became a taco when I added hot giardiniera, onion, and cheese and put it on a tortilla. It's gone now; I can't turn it into anything else.

10:38.