archives for Thursday 10 February 2005
the day of her death was a cold, dark day
Thursday 10 February 2005 | I like a cookie
It’s Thursday and I have a fine ambitious list of things to do and instead I’m in bed in my new cream-colored fleece bathrobe, a gift from my mother, typing. The cat has gone mad after an attempted, nay, successful escape (she shot past me as I opened the screen door to set the trash [...]
