(this post is part of an aborted 1 year experiment in material abstinence I called The Necessary Year)
I’m feeling optimistic but also a bit nervous. Thinking about doing something is one thing, committing to it publicly is another. This reminds me of when I told my daughter I would quit smoking, right then: well, you’re committed now! Here’s to hoping this goes off as smoothly as that did.
As a kind of “last supper” I walked down the hill last night and picked up a bottle of Sheaf stout and some Toll House ice cream sandwiches. I drank the beer with supper (so good and creamy!) but became so embroiled in getting this blog up that I forgot about dessert! I guess I can save them for later – unless my daughter beats me to them.
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