[Ginger]

I finished a friend's poetry manuscript at lunch, sitting at this little park with a big fountain near City Hall, and then emailed comments to him and he said, "You so get me," and "I thank you with all my heart." I forget that people who are so much more accomplished than me and whose talent is huge, need understanding around their work too.

I did some of the little bullshit writing I do at work. Okay, it's not bullshit, but not exactly exciting. But I tried to do it well.

I made a proposal to my boss, something kind of unorthodox that I want to do for my own staff development this year instead of traveling to a conference. I want to hang out with people who do what I do, in other institutions in our system, and blog about it, and he went for it. I think I'll learn more from them than some expert on national trends, not that the trends aren't valid.

I rode my bike for an hour and a half, taking a three-mile loop around a park I love, and chasing down the longest, straightest bike trails I know of close by here.

I sent in an application to get someone an honorarium, someone who's pinch-hitting for someone else who bailed on us, in this little reading series I run with a friend.

I made popcorn. I consider that a valid accomplishment. But note to self, Stop being cheap popcorn.

I laid out my clothes for tomorrow, and set out my coffee ready to make in the morning and assembled my lunch (the parts are already in little containers that I take with me all week till they're gone). I'm mothering myself, making things as easy as possible for myself.

I invited a friend to go to this Meetup thing Friday night but she can't go, but we emailed a little and I feel like our small connection is healthy and that's an accomplishment.

I put new shoelaces in my biking shoes. They've needed them for years.

My accomplishments are not exactly fascinating, but they keep me going.