Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Michelle lives with me. I used to read her blog when she and Mark lived in Los Angeles and was always thrilled to read a new post, peering into the cozy little dreamscape of my dear high school friend, his creative spirited girlfriend, their cats and adventures in West coast living.
These days I read precious posts from work and can't wait to get home and sit here on this couch, with our asshole cats, TV marathons, impromptu feasts, strains of guitar worming up through the floorboards from Mark's basement studio. Things aren't very adventurous right now in my life, but there is time for that. It is warm and good here.