I’m more than a little miffed that I lost my draft of carefully recorded new things I did for the last week of a self-imposed challenge. It’s somewhere in the dark space of the lost and found counter in cyberspace, and I don’t know how to get there. So it’s gone. I hate how the slipperiness of memory ruins a little project I actually enjoy and commit to. There are fun new-ness like new recipes, new work targets, new books, new routes to school, new restaurants – I just don’t remember the exact dates, but I suppose the process itself means more. Yes, it does.