How is it that I fill my time in Toronto so completely and still feel like I do absolutely nothing...all the time. My family certainly wonders. I think it's January's lack of daylight hours and my own lack of a good night's rest. I'm just floating through space and time working my way through an enormous to-do list...of what?? I'm not even completely sure. Finding an apartment in Berlin, learning German, making books, felting dolls, fretting about various inadequacies.
Maybe I'll just be thankful that I've got the time to do these things right now without the worrisome burden of finding the time to do these things.