I am in here.
So I was going to have a quiet afternoon of reading this past afternoon, and then I ran into M in the hotel lobby. M needed a ride to Reb Zalman’s house, so I dropped him off there and told me he didn’t need a ride back. And I put on lip gloss for nothing. … Continue reading A Day in the Life. Boulder edition.
I sit in the Pearl Street Starbuck’s here in Boulder, with a handy T-Mobile Hotspot of which to take advantage. (Yes, we must have perfect grammar, mustn’t we? We must.) (Okay, enough of that!) I sit in a warm purple velvet armchair in front of the fireplace with fake logs that nobody’s lit yet. The … Continue reading Morning in Boulder
Altitude affects creativity, did you know that? Here in Boulder, my husband tells me, we are at around 6,000 feet above sea level (but which sea, did you ever wonder that?) and it is around here that altitude sickness can begin. Fatigue and queasiness and headaches and lack of appetite are what are getting me … Continue reading Altitude
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