I hope this weekend fulfilled your hopes. I, myself, had great intentions. I dreamed that I would be industrious, studious, creative, outgoing - I sat watching internet streamed movies, cooking, laundering my "linens," (mostly cotton/poly/wool/acrylic blends nowadays), and barely chatting with the drowsing cat and the sleeping dog.
During a burst of tidying I flipped through some books. That is to say: sat cross-legged upon my bedroom area rug, amidst piles of books that have runeth-over the bounds of my shelves, reading aloud my favorite passages. In DeBotton's, The Joys and Sorrows of Work, I found something that's meant for you!
Such lovely things to be found in the pages of books. I miss you. (Which should I read next, Hafiz or E.B. White?)
Love,
Lindy
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