WHERE I AM IS WHERE I AM
Late yesterday I started a post that was essentially a run-down of where I’ll be for the next few evenings. Then I deleted it because, really, do you care? I seem to have this weird compulsion to explain when I know in advance that I’m probably not going to be posting, due to evening activities and being out of town. It’s the same compulsion that brings me to call my husband and read him my calendar over the phone so that I’m sure he and I are in sync and that one of us won’t be left at home, having...