the week that wasn't
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
November in Toronto, when you can say, "Thank god we carried the sofa down all those stairs before it started snowing".... On Sunday I spent the day studying for an exam I wrote Monday. Then the rest of the week was a blur of very long days, with Thursday sofa-before-the-snow day. Only to be capped with a half-day in bed with a migraine on Friday, then nearly a normal work day again. Then Saturday was corporate tax day (one of n).
Hard to remember that I had the summer off, to be honest.