I made it back to Brooklyn.
I was sick yesterday and spent most of it sleeping.
Lots of small mishaps, but it all worked out, even if I did lose the new hat Karen gave me for Christmas.
I'm not even going through the mail, but going straight back to bed. And I still have two more posts to catch up on.
And all I actually have to offer as a writer, is my version of life. — Anne Lamott
Friday, December 31, 2010
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