jaeleslie

Maybe, it could be, I don't want to rush into any dubious assumptions here, but the holydays of angst might be over now. Praise the Groundhog.

This morning I had a call from a kind of regular customer with another little calligraphy commission. So with really nothing else on my schedule this week, I took it, and spent fifteen minutes (I can do anything in fifteen minutes apparently, or at least for fifteen minutes) clearing off the drawing table, piled with months of debris as previously described. Put down the suede writing pad, which has been bunched over the back of the chair for literally months now, I forget exactly why, because of something else I was doing on the table. (This suede cover has the added benefit of keeping the lists and notes of projects and stray postcards tucked under it from sliding down the table on top of what I am working on.) Found the rough for the same job from last year, stared at it a bit, thought about how much more I know now about modern illuminated letters. (It's just a B, and some text.) Paper, must find paper... Ding goes the timer. Time for a break.

I decided against a workout today. The gym is a mess since they tore out all the lockers in the locker room and put up temporary hooks, and next week we'll be in a different building. Besides I have just been too sore. Have I Told You About My Condition? (there should be a link there to some rant). So I'll go have my walk at the mall, and pick up some salmon for dinner.

Okay, this is really states I have been through, not necessarily destinations. But on the ground, and set foot in, not just flown over. A lot of these states I have actually slept in (sometimes only on the train or in the car).



create your own visited states map
or write about it on the open travel guide


Only twenty states have I lived in for at least a week: