Forgot the “G”
Wish the omission in the packing/to do list title was a joke. Like I wish the level at which my brain functions these days was a joke. Alas, it is not.
Wish the omission in the packing/to do list title was a joke. Like I wish the level at which my brain functions these days was a joke. Alas, it is not.
Sister looms large. Pace setter, lead dog. “This way!” “Like this!” Not for ever, but surely for now. Not such a bad gig, so long as it lasts. For either of them. Or so it seems.
E.U.P. • February 27, 1995 — March 24, 2005. Muted backstory here (towards the end). Care for musical accompaniment? Reader Chumpy posted this link to Joby Talbot’s “Cumulonimbus” the other day, which conveys, at least to me, a sense of grateful wonder, of “a bride married to amazement.” “When Death