The canvas is a white event-quality plastic buffet dish, I stole a dozen from the kitchen of the conference room where the Library Board meets and big fundraisers are held (the view over the Potomac is spectacular), typed here so I’ll remember when I infrequently scroll down to remind myself that yes, what I did today I’d done before and before that too
Canvas the flimsy faux-cardboard back of a cheap paper tablet, typed here for the same reason I typed the above. I’ve completed all destruction of dead PCs’ hard drives and shredded (or put in locked shredding bins) all journals but the two (three if I count the Michigan) living ones (who knows what fate awaits their completion), hmmm, what’s left?
pjoepf Of vriecyh 
admirable
bold, artistically and autobiographically
colorful
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