Saturday, November 19, 2005
I decided to have the argument with myself to quit writing--the argument revolves around too much energy expended with too little return. Energy better spent studying something that would provide a 401k plan and keep us from eating cat food when we retire, or being a better mother, wife, friend, daughter, keeping a cleaner house--insert whatever is being neglected in my life while I'm writing here:______. The pragmatic side seemed to be winning. Then while I was sitting in the armchair I never sit in, nursing Emily and looking out a window I never look out of, captivated by a flock of chimney swallows ribboning between the houses across the street, I knew, once again, the argument had been settled.