And My Favorite Song's Entitled "Boredom"
You know me, of late I'm feeling very humdrum. So, instead of coming up with something new, I'll point to the writing I did last month. Perhaps you missed my interview with Anthony Bourdain, say. Or my interview with Frances Moore Lappe.
And do you ever wonder if we all only get so many words, and you might write them all out before your time is up?
And do you ever wonder if we all only get so many words, and you might write them all out before your time is up?
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posted by George at 4:15 PM
5 Comments:
Take another vacation. That always seems to give you more fantastic words.
Maybe Italy this time. Or Greece.
I wish, Smitty. With Nigel's odd pilling schedule (he can't eat for an hour after pilling or two hours before) it would be a nightmare to leave him with anyone. So we're sort of trapped for the meantime.
How old is Nige?
Nigel is just 7. Mookie is 11. But Nigel has the more demanding, if not life-threatening, health problem right now.
That's terrible. Sorry to hear that.
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