Packet in the Mail

Revised and revised and revised my pieces before sending them. Every time I tried to close the envelope, I would spot another place for improvement. Oddly satisfying -- at least I can see it now. Also less oddly satisfying to have it off my desk and in the mail. It's Friday so I plan to give myself the weekend off (though it's impossible not to read now I'm so into the big pile beside my bed. This week, William Maxwell, "So Long and See You Tomorrow" -- a book from another generation, another world. Sad.)