From ea34a9e4dba0861fcb1e00cf394fd38bddea8088 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: alicestrt Date: Thu, 5 Aug 2021 18:46:21 +0300 Subject: [PATCH] fixed month --- src/components/EditorNote2.vue | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/src/components/EditorNote2.vue b/src/components/EditorNote2.vue index 3bce732..d447970 100644 --- a/src/components/EditorNote2.vue +++ b/src/components/EditorNote2.vue @@ -115,7 +115,7 @@ But then again, perhaps we’ve adapted in other ways, infinitely more subtle, h

I thought this issue would come out in the winter, because I wanted it to talk about all the ways in which this year’s winter holidays have changed. What I hadn’t anticipated was a most natural burnout that came over me after a year spent locked up in my room, overwhelmed with working on other people’s projects and ideas. When it came time to work on my own stuff, I froze. Why I hadn’t seen that coming is beyond me. -But here we are, it’s the middle end of April May and I’m slowly moving forward.

+But here we are, it’s the middle end of April May August and I’m slowly moving forward.

In the past year I’ve followed the slow rise and fall of the sun through all the windows around my house, noting the increasing number of minutes of daylight, noting the exact time when the sun starts to shine on my side of the table in the multifunctional room previously known as bedroom, and the number of minutes I can steal in the sun in the livingroom before it sets behind the neighbouring building.