4/27/15
Today is dreary, wet, dark, windy, disorganized, quiet...a classic April Monday. I am sunburnt from the weekend's baseball game, so I'm simultaneously sweaty and shivering. What a combination...
These kinds of days used to be spent at a campus apartment in a room overflowing with Neil Gaiman, boxes of saffron tea, half-finished writing projects, skeins of yarn, books upon books upon books, piles of shoes, West Wing re-runs.
Now they're spent dutifully in an office, playing dress-up with black slacks and white button-downs, hair twirled up, pearls in my ears. Later tonight, I will drive to my graystone house on the hill and be glad for the greeting of a slobbery dog, for my husband's welcoming smile.
But right now, I'd rather visit that campus apartment and watch some West Wing.
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