My favorite six-month-old in the world took a half hour nap on my chest yesterday afternoon while I drank tea with her mom and another friend.
18 people had dinner in my apartment last night.
This afternoon a vendor at the Italian Market refuse one of my dollar bills, because it had a corner ripped off. I had just gotten it down the street at another merchant.
In the last 24 hours, I have made approximately 2 gallons of chicken soup. Most of it from scratch.
I have just reset all my clocks backwards an hour, including my bedside one, which I always keep exactly six minutes fast.
I’m about to disappear into a short story that’s due Monday evening, so chances are that there will be nothing but silence from me until Tuesday. Please send creative, inspired thoughts my way.