Small Stone: My Journals

End of the year project not finished–book plates with dates waiting to be placed in the front covers, a review to be done. The pile has been there all week, waiting. I realize (finally admit) only the smallest part will be completed, but the rest will have to wait.

I notice that I used the word “wait” three times to write this. It is what these books do–keep a record, hold it for some future moment when I’m ready to return and remember. I can’t decide if that is magic or just sad.