Parking Lot: Asian Echoes

Had it really been three weeks since her last post? Jane took in the realization that never got any easier to process. Three weeks! Twenty-one days! Forget trying to calculate the number of hours, minutes, pills taken, meals eaten, bills paid, envelopes opened, walks gone on, words read, pictures snapped, dishes washed, carbs ingested, questions unanswered, decisions unmade, decisions made, days with sun, days without sun, dog whines, memories, vows, fleeting but treasured moments, mail deliveries, creative urges, epiphanies, cancellations, appointments, Craig's list posting renewals...uh oh. She had forgotten to renew that "temporary room for sublet" ad. Time to go get that done, then off to Modern Times Bookstore to deliver a stack of Writing Salon cards to be distributed at tonight's fiction reading (all the Writing Salon fiction teachers). She wouldn't be there, which was why she was delivering the cards early. She needed some down time away from work, so that she could focus on the next round of medical decisions she had to make. Ooops, that was something she was supposed to be blogging about separately, on her other, non-photo blog, My Great Breast Cancer Adventure. Try as she might, her various blogs all kept overlapping. So much for her attempts to compartmentalize Life.