delights have been poking up�their sweetly tufted heads today, like the baby birds i saw this weekend in “winged migration”. except, unlike those damned penguins, i’m not letting my baby blessing get eaten by some ugly ass mean bird. ugh.
i wrote in my journal this morning, something i haven’t done in 6 months (!). no offense to xanga, but i really need to get back into private, reflective, no need to sound cool writing. it felt so good. hilarious, though, too, cos i was trying to cover 6 months. even a brief summary was beyond me. but that was ok, cos no one else will read it. relief.
another blessing- i’ve felt so out of it all morning, and then just 5 minutes ago realized i hadn’t opened my coffee thermos! oh sweet caffeine, set me right again. where *is* my brain that i would forget coffee?
i wish h-town had a blackout like new york. then i could feel metaphorically reassured and somewhat validated. and connected.
In an unrelated note, I had dinner with Amber Garrison the other day–she spoke fondly of you.
oh yes. she’s back and she’s pissed. hope you are having fun with those hyperactive overachievers. give me a ring - we have much to discuss. mes in nyc agin.