Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh
chris_walsh

It's been a break.

Takin' it easy. Takin' it quietly. That's been me.

It's been a week and a half of walking, bussing/Maxing — hey I still have my monthly pass, makes sense to use it — reading, TV show-watching, film viewing (going to the Laurelhurst for both The Martian and a revival screening of 1984's Talking Heads concert film Stop Making Sense), and eating. Time mostly to myself. Not even much writing. I broke my usual pattern, though, and added a blog entry to a previous day; here it is. Felt like an entry I should've written then, but I hadn't until today.

What else will I do with this break? Things worth writing about, I hope.
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