I never really stop craving this color. I had a shirt in this shade in high school – one of those ’80s type, crew neck, but sort of blousy things with an elastic waistband, and white vents under the arms – a look my daughter is now wearing.
Summer. I realized I’ve been bustling – but in a nice way: jogging out there with Liz Gilbert and the sheep and hens, doing work, hanging out with son, writing, making lists, trying not to get Lyme disease from watering my parents plants, listening to Martin Amis’ The Pregnant Widow in the car, sleeping ’til nine, eating junk, seeing friends, packing up, unpacking. There’s been too much fighting and the thing with my arm kind of sucked, but I think I’ve pulled out of the tail spin. Pleasegod let it be easy cruising now. Would love to take off my seatbelt.