Grim Weekends

A grim weekend: 2,500 words on Karenni refugees; A radio piece on low income seniors and medicare and a video on a conflict resolution hip hop theater company... and I'm starting to spell American automatically. Oh woe is me.

I awake tomorrow to a wardrobe with no clothes because there's been no time to do laundry and no food because there's no time to go to the supermarket.

Oh yes, and thanks to an unfortunate "time-saving" moment, I also managed to detach the wheels and brakes from my bike. How Beckilina is going to function without her bike, she has yet to think about.