It's true, I am alive. I am in a lovely cafe and frantically typing all three blogs. I am hoping that our internet will be up in a day or so. I've stopped twitching, at least.
And don't tell anyone yet, but
(whisper -I'm happy)
Here is my study/yoga space. The sun is fabulous in the morning.
Here is the bakery that we walk to every morning to get fresh croissants and cafe au lait. Five Blocks away.
Here is the kick ass grocery store. I WEPT as I viewed the cheese selections. WEPT. Plus it has a kosher butcher, for my jewish peeps. I photographed the pate.
So yes. I am alive. and here. and happy. I'll check in more later. Have lots of stories...Miss you all
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11 Baleful Regards:
Oh my god - happy? Of course! You are one lucky motherfucker, my friend. I am happy too - happy for you! OK, I'm off to see if there are any new confessions.
(Had an idea for a guest day on your true wife page: true husband confessions, for just one post...)
Hey. Give me back the life I always imagined I'd have one day that you've pre-emptively stolen. Big Jerk.
Okay, I'm sorry, but I have to scream for a minute:
YOU HAVE PATE AT YOUR LOCAL IGA!?!
Oh, Dawn, the citygirl in me is seventeen shades of green at your international relocation destination. And a lovely yoga space to ease any city stress? Nirvana.
No, wait. If that bakery has almond croissants, THAT is nirvana. I'm so happy for you.
Wait, pate isn't kosher!! Is it? I donna think so.
Glad you're happy, mama! Looks like a beautiful yoga space.
Congrats! I'm so excited (and happy!) for you...
I want a yoga room!!! Scratch that. I want YOUR bright-and-cheerful-with-wooden-floors yoga room.
Hooray for happy! (and your secret's safe with me.)
Glad you're smiling!
That bakery is awesome. I'm drooling. Really.
I was a little worried you'd miss the lake at your old house too much. I'm so glad you've found the positive.
I'm so so SOOOOO glad you're happy. Looking forward to hearing more about all the happiness.
How's Em doing? (I care about Terrance too, but I know he's fine.)
Oh god, you're killing me with that gorgeous wood floor.
Just catching up. Your hardwoods are beautiful, not to mention your liver.
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