In the beginning, (don't ask me how long ago because I get time mixed up) I put my slides in a wooden box. Damn things would spill out all over the place. Then I stored them in a ring binder in plastic sheets which turned out not to be archival. Now they are back in a box. Miniature unorganized bright mirrors of my work. Some are labeled. Some are not.

Don't give a shit but curators do.

Tina is sorting them out and labeling them all. She seems excited by the job. God knows why. I have ordered a rolling file thing I saw in a catalog to house them.

I forgot she was coming, and everything is a mess. Ate tuna directly from the can last night. Didn't want to stop working to cook something. Left the remains in the can on the kitchen counter. I noticed it still lying there on our way to the study.

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