I painted my dresser last night. It looks somewhat white-washed now, or weathered, depending on who you ask. I've also been attempting to practice my mandolin. Which is to say that I've picked it up twice in the last two days. It's too late to register for a course at the Old Town School for the spring, but perhaps I'll get in for a summer session.

I have a growing feeling that I need to get rid of a bunch of stuff: old clothes, old papers. I think this inchoate feeling may resolve eventually into action.

See also: earthstar, waistband, reconfess.