The heaviness and exhaustion of my previous post is true, and so are a couple other things, to wit:
* My husband made some amazing gazpacho soup (note to self – post the recipe on Luscious!), and I was going to take some to work today, for my lunch. I’m prone to forget things in the mornings unless I leave myself a note, especially if it requires getting something from the fridge, so my dear sweet husband left the note for me, with my briefcase. He has a brilliant, creative, and inventive mind – one of my favorite things about him – and he does things with words, accidentally, that often crack me up. The note he left me said: Honey – Gestapo Soup. oh…..so close.
* I swear to all that is holy and funny, you have to click this link and watch this video. I promise you’ll roll on the floor and have to hold your sides from the laughter. It’s always funny.
* And this isn’t funny, but one of those “awwww….” deals. One of my authors wrote a great little book. It’s a smashing success, and we enjoyed working together very much. We became friends, he calls me Sis. The other day, this arrived in my office, with a note I’ll cherish:
It’s a print from the April 24, 1880 edition of Harper’s Weekly, drawn by Granville Perkins – “View in Riverside Park, New York.” Weeks before, he’d written me asking for my associations with Central Park. A weird question, I thought, but what the hell. I answered, and concluded with a comment that Riverside Park is my favorite, even more than Central Park, because it’s my backyard, we spend a lot of time there, I love it very much. Pretty sneaky of him.
And now, to knit.













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