Well, I'm sure glad I wrote to Cathy D about the Bolivia visa before I went through the hoops to get one here. She told me I don't need to apply early for one since I won't be there more than 90 days, and she told me to indicate that I am a tourist when I arrive. Whew. That's a relief. One small task to not worry about anymore.
One week left for Molly. She's prepped the boxes, gone through the closets, taken things out of the cupboard. It's possible that I am in denial. Not sure what this will feel like, though of course, soon after she's gone, I'll be in Bolivia for six weeks, so it probably won't sink in until the fall, and by then a lot of time will have passed.
I regret how much time I've wasted -- well, I feel that about most of my life -- in the past few weeks. There is so much work to do at the office; the stupid new website is an evil thing and will mock me forever. I have to plow through NewsNotes ... I should see if I can figure out the accounting thing while Kathy is gone, but the credit card statement hasn't been posted yet. It should've been there on Thursday. Yo estoy confused.
I also have serious piles of paper here at home that I don't do anything with. Not sure what's hiding in all of it. God only knows what I've missed.
And I have a couple of books to read: How we die, and Wolf Hall. Oh and of course the New Yorkers. Wish I had another week of life.
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