Once in a while I drive my M.O.W. to an appointment and, thanks to Covid rules, wait in the car for her return. Working in a car isn’t the most productive place I can think of, but I fill a coffee thermos, grab a breakfast bar, stuff a manuscript inside a notepad folder with a hard cover for support, and do the best I can.
While waiting in doctors’ offices for appointments of my own, a small journal that fits in my pocket isn’t bad. This afternoon I’ll have a quick check of how my pacemaker surgery is healing, so it will be a pocket journal occasion. This week I’m polishing some poems so I’ll print one or two, fold them inside the small journal, and try to make my waiting time count.