I've been very sad lately. Happens. Some life things. Sometimes things are hard. Today was cloudy and gray, which felt right, and I found myself looking longingly at sweatshirts at a shop here at work. I had two bowls of soy ice cream last night - it takes two of those to one of a regular, in case you're interested.
A friend has been reading this book with her daughter's class. I've never read it, but I remember this cover from years ago. I found a copy for $2.00 at the Iliad bookshop, a great used bookstore in North Hollywood. I used to work in a bookshop. We had a cat. I think shops must be a little cozier than stores; I'm assuming that's in the definition.
Next week I'll be taking a little vacation time. I've been doing a lot, and a lot has happened. I'm holding on, as I know it will pass. It will just be a little rocky until it does. In the meantime, I'm still writing, still exercising, but just allowing a little time for a new old familiar, a sweatshirt, and comfort.
2 comments:
I'm glad that you're taking care of yourself. And there's very little that EB White can't help with -- even a tiny bit.
Thank you. And he is really wonderful. When I was doing a show about leaving New York, we found some wonderful quotes from him. He's wonderful.
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