several enormously lovely things have happened to me today. the only one i’m a-gonna talk about right now is that i got a postcard from patrick/pat/that’ll-be-nigel-with-the-brie.
he’s an amazing writer (i’m going to re-read his novel-in-process this weekend… it was so good i was a little mad at him for not having finished writing it yet) with a silly sense of humor who uses literary words i have to look up like ruritanian without seeming cocky and forgives me my telephonic phobia so generously.
in fact he makes me want to run to massachusetts with a bottle of wine and a baby seal in a picnic basket with an array of fingerpaint.
thank you for the card – you should be the moon as your eyes are blue.
i am the same, and thus remain –
any number of your scattered and lovely verbs,