Dear Ye Olde Journal

[dadadadio]

My last post was an example of my spigot therapy. It was a downer, but I had to write those thoughts to rid my mind of their depressing nature.

Friday morning we took James out for breakfast to the Farm House, an excellent little place in downtown Gilbert. This place is so good people wait on the sidewalk, 30-40 minutes, on a weekday! We waited. He

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[sharpchick]

Don't get that leather binding wet with splashes from the pool.

You lucky dog. It rained here all day, but the good news is the whole cottage is now clean.

And I don't have to do a fucking thing I don't want to tomorrow.

Now, I am off to find the other post you talked about in this one. I must have missed something.

[openscarf]

That is the most amazing deal ever, congrats, it was your lucky day. I bought The Gruermantes Way by Proust last week on my happy indie bookstore day. I am so astonished by the weight of each sentence, the richly conveyed meanings in long, word packed sentences, that I have to read twice, stop and mull over. Now that's reading. Enjoy yours.

I'm glad you're feeling better. Your Friday post was very touching, I didn't know how to repond, but I was glad you shared it.