The elusive landline. No caller ID. No voicemail. Perfect.
I need to focus on painting and getting something I can call a studio halfway organized. I'm tired of bumping into furniture and ducking under a chandelier. It's time to deal with it.
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It's over.
Nov 7, 2020. Tears of joy and relief. It's been unreal and I'm ready to get back to a sense of normalcy. The desert has been tough.
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That phone is a comforting sight. Childhood.
Yes. Simple and sturdy. I pulled out the typewriter, too. I sense a trend over here. I'm sick of cords and wires.
I'm also getting to the point where I can't just keeping bumping into, and straddling over things.
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