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I am feeling so excited about my new boots! Now I cam stomp and splash through puddles.
Sleep. Eat. Drink. Read. Write. Boots on. Go out. Come in. Boots off. Eat more. Drink more. Read more. Write more. Sleep again.
Why is it that, when it’s cold, I feel a yearning for tomato soup? If there is a grilled cheese sandwich to go with it, even better.
There are some problems that feel like they can only be solved in a bath with bubbles.
It feels strange that even now, when so much is under our control, that we are at the mercy of something as capricious as weather.
There is a kind of grey blue that is found on houses in New England and that makes me feel nostalgic.
Good morning: sitting by the window, drinking cafe au lait, writing. Scratch that. Very good morning. This feels good.
When I moved the furniture around, I rediscovered this hanging lantern I bought a few years ago at Cost Plus. It had gotten lost in the plentitude of the old living room arrangement. It holds a votive and for the … Continue reading