You know, it's funny how a list of hopes works. It turns out that you have to look at it and remember what you wrote if you're going to make headway. I had a bolt-from-the-blue realization earlier that was so good that I acted on it without giving myself time to back away from it. That's all I'm saying for now.
Tomorrow, I will practice telling people "no" because I seem to have devised the perfect Thursday evenings for myself, only they're going to conflict with a reading group I thought I'd join. For goodness sake: as if my whole life weren't already a reading group.
Oh, Romola. I have been devoured, head first.