Originally I sort of thought I was going to try to blog all 30 days this months, but let’s get real. I’ll be lucky if I write 30 times this year. I’m going to try to put pen to paper (or fingers to keys) more often, so we’re starting here.
I’m still wrestling with a fair amount of depression, but I’ve been forcing myself to get out of bed and interact with the world a little bit more. The fact that I have to pack up my universe in the next 30 days doesn’t give me a lot of time for lazing around. I’ve embarked on a photography project with Holly and my Flickr-friend Kim. We’re taking photos along all fifty state-named roadways in the D.C. There really isn’t any rhyme or reason – at least not that we’ve come up with – aside from strolling down a given street and snapping pics of what catches your eye. Holly and I ventured out yesterday, but with temps above 90, we didn’t stay out terribly long. Just long enough to get wicked farmer tan lines and a close call with heatstroke.