Yay, the IAT in Maine is so wonderful
So this is a horrible way to get into what has truly been a delightful (more or less) span of time since I last wrote you. Ok…. So maybe I ended up in the ER.
To my dearest people, I am in a rocking chair on the porch at the Caratunk House Bed and Breakfast, compulsively tipping back and forth, and not paying enough attention to this chess game. I am not a sore loser. (Ahaha that is not true. I definitely am. I hate losing, and I definitely resentContinue reading “About Time (part 2.058)”
I wasn’t going to write you again so soon… But here I am with my Portland-brewed coffee porter in my hand, and my stomach full of a Patriot Meal ™, sitting clean and warm and dry on the carpet of this fine, wonderful hostel like a small torpid mushroom. I don’t actually remember what torpidContinue reading “About time.”
You might sit down. There’s a story behind every name, yours and mine; and here’s a part of it I think you ought to know.