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I woke up at 7:45 today, and haven't gone back to sleep since. It's quite lovely, actually, watching a day mature from a cool, humidity-free morning into a sunny day with a warm, breezy disposition. Absolutely beautiful.
Although I haven't written little else than livejournal entries, I'm surprisingly calm and somewhat at ease with my laziness. Ginger's fine, too. She's taken to reclining on the stairs, staring outside of the windows... She watched me bake a bread pudding with a cherry coulis. I'm trying to channel my inner martha stewart. Maybe i should channeling my inner martha graham (she's fucking in there somewhere, i just know it) and schedule and appointment with the physical therapist for my knees. i'll address that later, i guess. but it's peaceful, just baking and cooking and listening to good music.
I finally watched Volver for the first time, and i'm in love with Almodovar all over again. I need to watch everything he's ever had his little la mancha hands in. for his next project, i want him to do one hundred years of solitude... i think i could just die happy if that ever happened.
there is winston-salem with aaron on friday for independence day. and i'm itching to see Ro, just fucking beside myself.
i found this interview with james baldwin:
Click to viewlike i said, Obsessed.