Posts from July 2022

Eating a peach and reciting poetry in my head.

To his credit, though, it does smell damn good.

There are plumbers in the apartment. They are talking to my husband, who is cooking in the kitchen (lamb tagine) and asking him if he's a chef. It's all a tad surreal, given that he cooks maybe twice a month.

Ugh. Have that awful kind of cold (no, not that one) where you're not sick enough to just sleep all day, but you're too sick to actually do anything. Miserable.