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Made a decision not to work after next week — a joy of working freelance. The summer is disappearing from under me. We have a tempestuous relationship. I like it; it doesn’t seem to think much of me.
There’s stuff I need to get done, stuff I’ve been putting off for years. Stuff that seems to be slipping from my grasp if I don’t pay close attention. I value my independence too much to just keep letting it go.
