Walk it out.

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New picture. So there.

Sometimes I go to New York and hear concerts that make me crazy and see movies that make me cry and my family is feisty and I ramble around. Sometimes I see a girl from high school and a boy from college at a bar on Avenue A, and then I see another girl who made my life a vague sort of misery ten years ago on TV. Buying a wedding gown. On Say Yes to the Dress. 

Sometimes it’s raining and I feel things too much and my feet are cold inside my socks, and by the time Tom picks me up at South Station he says, “How you doing?” and I say, “I am really, really glad to be home.”

This week: Back. Updike’s Rabbit at Rest. Financing some new endeavors. Working out some old demons. 30-Day Shred started yesterday. Martha’s November issue. Taking my vitamins. Eating my fiber. Tom in Missouri. Boston Book Festival. Contemplating quilting. Poking (cautiously) around the edges of some holiday prep. Looking for inspiration everywhere. Outside my window. Inside my guts.