Why do I do things? What do I get from them?
Indecision. Rashness. Stubbornness. Optimism. Enthusiasm and wellsprings of inspiration.
Trust.
Betrayal.
Faith.
I picked cranberries today, about a gallon. I finished all my invoicing, and filled about a dozen orders. I'm down to a remarkably manageable load of emails. (I'm figuring I lost everything sent to me between 25 Jul and 1 or 2 August.) I also thought... a lot. Nothing cohesive. Lots of topics.
(My car is not yet unloaded, which became problematic when picking up even just a few groceries. My back drivers side door is booby trapped with crates and bins. My passenger seat is piled to the headrest with calendars and priority envelopes. It was a bit of a feat to get a pizza home in one piece, and I couldn't take the corners fast.)
