2013-12-23 - 10:35 a.m.
i want to bundle in layers against the cold; to have in the same breath a reason to warm myself against your shoulder and a buffer to keep us apart. only this close, but no closer.
but it's too warm here, too wet. there is too much wind. the weather is all wrong for this time of year. nothing seems right at all.
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reading: the collected stories of deborah eisenberg.
listening to: monk hazel and his beinville roof orchestra - ideas.
working on: prepping the house for travel.
in the garden: it's not worth mentioning.