A journalist observes life in the far north.
I am so busy that on the rare occasion I have time on my hands, I feel like I’ve fallen into a black hole.
I read two magazines, paced, scolded my kid, studied a report for work, talked on the phone, paced some more.
It’s raining out, which makes me think of a quote from a famous person about how you can take the measure of a person by how they respond to lost luggage, tangled Christmas lights or a cloudy day.
I’m not great on cloudy days. I can be drowsy, impatient and irritable. As for my luggage, I carry it on the plane because I hate for anything to be lost. Tangled Christmas lights? I throw them away.