There is an increasingly long list of things that I need for this project that are not found among the 120 lbs of books that I brought back with me from America. Some of them can be found online, but not all of them, and there’s a limit to how much vague search-terming a person can stand to do when she knows that the exact set of things she needs is in a folder in Los Angeles. It’s very irritating. I hope the writing doesn’t suffer too much for it.

The woman who’s subletting my apartment is very nice, and I’m sure if I begged, she’d be willing to mail me things on my shelves (though it’s impossible to tell her how to get into the tangled mess of folders in the back corner of a crammed-full closet and to navigate my, er, special filing system). But as many things as I think I need now, there’ll be a whole bunch more in another chapter or so, and there’s a limit to how many times I could ask the poor dear to go to the Post Office for me. So I think I’m just going to… well, I dunno yet what. Something. I’ll figure it out. I hope, anyway…..