I grip and she grips,/ And faster, we're sliding./ Sliding and spilling, and what can I do?

So, book 700. This isn't exactly a milestone, exactly. That won't really happen till 750 in about six months. Though, this may be the first time I'm celebrating a milestone, albeit a small one, at the right point.

It's hard to believe I'm this close to being 3/4ths of the way through this project. I should feel more celebratory than I do. I mostly just feel strange (that may not be the fault of the list project, though).

In some ways, the most dominant thing about this project is how very long it's been going on at this point. It's seen me through so many changes, so many different eras of my life. It's been the one constant through upheaval and change. Anymore I often wish that I was just done with this, but sometimes the thought of being done almost makes me sad.

I've been thinking a lot lately about change and moving on, how you know when to do it, how you do it at all, and I'm sure that's coloring my thinking significantly. Normally I'd just be excited to still be making progress.

Just the typical facts of a typical life in a town on the Eastern Shore/ I thought about what I wanted/ It wasn't like that at all/ Made Carolann a cute baby sweater/ Thinking "I can do better than that"

Addendum to my last post:

Drew read it and told me that I should not count those two books toward my reading goal for this year, since I didn't read them this year. Technicalities, people. I pointed him to the line about how I get to make the rules for this project.

However, I actually did read two more books in June, so I guess I got to 50 whichever way you want to slice it. Now to get organized again and get to that 700 goal.