Short again. But hey, we have wi-fi. Writing from bed.
I did't get out of Brewster until about 5:00. I unpacked half of the car, and the kittens, myself, fortunately finding a place in front of the building, but having to climb up two flights of stairs. B2 came home and helped with the rest. I honestly don't know where the evening went, but neither Cooder nor I slept very well.
Today was spent mostly unpacking, cleaning, re-arranging, running errands, and getting the Wi-Fi working. I did get a most delicious bath and started reading Proust again. I have many many pages to read in the next three weeks.
For now, I will try to sleep again. Cooder is at least curled on the end of our blow-up twin mattress on her favorite nap blanket. Hopefully, we will get more rest.
And all I actually have to offer as a writer, is my version of life. — Anne Lamott
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
I SIMPLY ACCEPT THE POSSIBILITY
November 12th I feel as if I am writing a wartime diary. That remains to be seen. I managed to get up early this morning, as someone was co...
-
Early morning or late at night? May 12, 2024 I realized a few moments ago that this would be Janet’s last Mother’s Day. That felt noteworth...
-
It is, of course, one of life’s persistent disappointments that a great moral crisis in my life is nothing but matter for gossip in yours. P...
No comments:
Post a Comment