work work try to rest

I started the new proofreading job yesterday, and spent 3/4 of an hour, which didn't get me very far into the pages, but was enough to reassure me that yes, I can do this. (There was no factual reason to doubt I could, but that's not always enough.) I stopped when I did so as not to overdo things to days in a row, but am still a bit tired.

Today I proofread an article for ACM, which finishes this issue and means I should put "invoice" on my to-do list, and then went back to the book project. (I will write and send that nvoice after I post this, because it's pretty straightforward.)

I have finished my slow rereading of Le Guin's _Always Coming Home_, which I found comforting. I don't know what comes next, other than more of the New Decameron stories that I was reading along with the Le Guin.

(I'm posting more of these quotidian entries than in normal times, because it's easy to lose track of time during the pandemic and its associated precautions which, for me, are mostly about not doing things and not going places.)

creeping charlie

These tiny wildflowers are growing in a tree stump at the back of the small parking lot behind my home:



I noticed them while walking back and forth on the driveway, to get some exercise without needing a mask.