Short and sweet after all the writing yesterday. I was on the run pretty much from when I rolled out of bed until now. And it was quite an interesting day, what with some interesting moments in therapy and then running around with Laura all day. But now, I am tired tired tired. Oh, I know. You've heard that from me before. But I am just giving over to it tonight. If you are missing me, might I suggest re-reading the last couple of days? I know I should.
Here's another pretty picture.
And all I actually have to offer as a writer, is my version of life. — Anne Lamott
Saturday, June 4, 2011
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