Tuesday, December 15, 2009

I return home to find it much as I left it, only infinitely more beautiful for having missed it. It's unheard of that such a cold place can have seduced me so completely; it seems I can still surprise myself.

A perfectly rainy, Saturnine day ...perfect for all my swarthy intentions.

I've decided to present here a nugget of wisdom gleaned from my own life experience each time I have nothing real to say but insist on posting anyway. And since I have nothing of value to add here:

Probably the worst thing you can say to a crying woman is, "stop crying."

1 comment:

Dimas said...

Oh God. I've learned that the hard way (a few times) in the idiocy of my youth.

Which is not to imply that the idiocy of my youth has ended...