Thursday, March 29, 2012

oh, for the love of it.

What heralds spring's arrival, besides the obvious sunshine and new Beach House?


Oh, I am ready. The kids are ready. I am ready. Did I say that yet?

I was momentarily angry with myself for not writing anything here all week, but then I realized that I poured a ton of energy into writing something else all week. Then I went back to being angry with myself for just the plain old regular reasons.

Forthcoming: a tale of how I nearly died at Lookingglass Theatre's hand. I shall call it "A Night with Rick Bayless or: How I Learned to Embarrass Myself with the Utmost Grace."

Break. Sweet break. Spring break. See you on the other side.

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