A very slow correspondence

A letter to a friend that I have been writing for a very long time. A letter that grew too big for its britches (somewhat like its author). A letter that just oozes on and on rather than coming to end like a dignified letter would.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Why We're Late Every Day


We don't get to work until about 10 on most days; it's not that we don't get up early -- a lot of days, we're up at 6:30. It's just that we have very nice mornings...

This is us, reflected in the bottom of the ceiling fan in Liz & Sak's living room. We're house and dog-sitting while they're in Thailand.

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