I won’t lie to you–sometimes nomadic life sucks balls.
Right up there in the top few questions I’m routinely asked about nomadic life–right next to “What do you eat?” and “How long are you going to do that for?”–is the kindly inquiry “Don’t you get lonely?” Read more
April may indeed be the cruellest, August may in fact be wicked, and I know no reason why November shouldn’t be sweet. While we’re making these general assertions about months, then I nominate July as the longest.
Jamie left yesterday…and I hardly had time to feel bad about it because news shortly came that Laurel’s flight had been delayed three hours in St. Louis. The search for wifi took me on a tortuous tour of the town of Riverhead (at least I think that’s where I am…these little New England towns run together so), and the dismal necessity of teaching a novice bartender (and his manager!) how to make a proper whiskey sour (with earnest but lackluster results) kept my mind occupied.
Meet Beau, Cameron, and Columbus. Read more
Springtime. Or something like that.
Like other college foibles, the freshman fifteen is a lot less forgiveable once you’re in your thirties.
I have $64 left in my checking account…not the worst that it’s ever been, but it’s supposed to be ten times that amount, by now.