I will admit it: I am drinking beer. Not even fancy beer. Ordinary, American lite beer from a bottle, which is definitely in my top twenty favorite things. Not American, necessarily, just beer in general.
Walked 19.5 miles today, on my training quest. Highest mileage so far, and I weirdly enjoyed it. (I am, however, paying for it right this minute. Little ows, here and there. It was a little cold today and I was underdressed.) This trail goes right through the middle of my childhood-looping beside the place where we rode our bikes, where I walked to elementary school, down through the park where I had clandestine meetings with the boy I was not allowed to see, and then by the apartment block where my parents lived when I was a baby.
So, the brain is gone and I have only random things to offer.
Best movie this week: Away From Her, which I expected to be wretchedly depressing and is the exact opposite. Beautiful love story.
Best book I’ve read this month: Belong to Me, by Marisa de los Santos. Charming and rich and wonderful. Don’t miss it.
Best news I’ve heard in awhile: my friend Jo Beverley made the New York Times top ten for the first time this month. And then she stayed on the list for FOUR weeks, thus far.
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