Temperature: heading south because it's
been c-c-c-cold up north
Eating: what the garden and greenhouse
deign to give. They're kinda pissed the sun won't shine. As am I. As
if it helps.
Drinking: would that help?
Watching: the World Cup! And it's turning out to be the
surprising and exciting copa das copas the Brazilians hoped for.
Listening: to Chrissie Hynde's
Stockholm
Reading: just finished Home by Toni
Morrison. That book is a Tardis, so much bigger than its size! Next
in line: The Goldfinch. Laugh all you want at my tardiness but when
you read in more than one language you don't have a TBR list, you
have TBR lists. So there. So shut up.
Writing: back and
forth to settle something that's been up in the air for far too long.
Hoping to return to good news, just in time for my birthday!
Feeling: my wanderlust about to be
slaked. Be good, sweetie darlings, willingly good. I will see you
soon. And if, for whatever reason, I never do, promise me you'll be a
Tardis, always bigger than your size.
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