view from the break room - nm - san francisco, ca
in the two weeks that've passed since last posting, much has transpired. my sister came for a valentine's visit. she, for me, is a bundle of magical fairy dust. the motivation in my motor. the free-range in my organic chicken entrée. the sea salt on top of my carmel-drizzled sundays (and yes, that was a play on words. i know that the edible sort is spelled with an a-e). and i've said this before, but there is nobody in the world i feel more content with--nobody who can wring the rhine so effortlessly. you should've seen us on friday the 13th, cutting a serious--and i'm talking beyonce-serious--rug on the starlight room dance floor. and the rest of the weekend was a newspaper-wrapped slab of breakfasts and thrift shopping and not enough time.
funny how everything pales in comparison in the weeks following a visit from the triple e. in any case, i left-right-lefted it into a new week, bummed out a little bit, and ultimately decided that positive people are meant to stay that way. so i gathered myself and here i am again. so fortunate to be employed. so fortunate to have come out of my gum surgery just fine. and so fortunate to have a mother like the one i do. supportive, and giggly, and gushing with love. i mean, who else props me up after a couple valium and a gallon of novocaine? who else folds my laundry while i'm passed out post-op? yep. i'm pret.ty lucky.