novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- pine I wish my legs weren't swollen and breaking out into hives. I have no idea what is going on with my body right now. I feel so old, walking around. Running errands. My eyes feel so old. I have this great idea for a story but at the end of the day when I find time to write it's been to let off steam. I am drawing a bath. I just made my bed, and I can't wait to sit on the soft newness and read Harper's and wait for the hot water to fill. The rain is loud like a purr. There is oil in the filling water, and I just watched Dan Ackroyd save the world from a Soviet arms race over Israeli couscous browned and tossed with black lentils, butternut squash, beets and asparagus baked in mushroom broth. And turkey, because it's late November, and if you couldn't tell by Dan Ackroyd now you know that I'm feeling nostalgic. 9:46 pm - 11.19.10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||