Hi hi hello,
The week before, I went back to NYC for a couple of days and got to hug my beloveds. Phil planned a pristine sequence of birthday events for me. Chris and I tromped through Bushwick while I all but keeled over in the street from laughing. Shireen had me over for what I thought would be a casual weekday coworking lunch and when I walked through her front door she’d cooked a whole feast for us—korma, saag paneer, channa, sundry fixings. I’ve been feeling lucky. Luck can feel, if you’re like me, like both joy and pang at once. Kiss on the forehead, prick with a pin.
Now I’m back in my little creekside cottage in Iowa City. It’s stupid messy right now—on my todo list today is giving it a top-to-bottom sprucing up. It has warmed up to a goofy degree here since my last letter; it’s been sweater weather in February. This weekend is sunny, honey-sweet; there are multiple positively spherical robins on the the electrical wiring outside my window. I hope you get to see something beautiful today.
Someone asked me how work on my manuscript was going. I fear Miss Manuscript is a lot like her maker, exemplified in the meme below.
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