The Fly
Woke up around noon. I ran around closing blinds because it's supposed to be hot, but I have a couple of them open part way so that the girls can look outside. (Zara ruined some blinds in the old place trying to look out the window.)
There's a fly in here. Zara is stalking it. For some reason, the fly likes my cell phone. Zara is bored with the fly now. I'm thinking of the Ogden Nash poem about the fly. ("God in his wisdom made the fly/And then forgot to tell us why")
It looks like the remnants of Tropical Storm Barry might go into this area. It'll be a while until it gets up here though.
Had a nice nap and a bite to eat.
Changed into cleaning clothes. Emptied the drying rack and folded it up. Did dishes.
There was a storm to the west of us. I took a short nap, and now we're in the middle of a storm.
There was a post on Facebook with a long list of things that librarians do as a side hustle (although it's a sad commentary that a lot of librarians need side hustles). LOTS of great ideas. I also found someone who teaches English online.
I looked into The American Society for Indexing. I used to index as a tech writer, and like the idea of freelance indexing. They have a certificate program in indexing, but it's pricey. Membership is pricey too. Hmm. There is a chapter in Chicago.
The fly is still here or it has a cousin.
Got the kitchen counters cleaned and the floors swept. I'm going to mop my way towards the bedroom and go to sleep.
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