COMING FROM WITHIN
Despite the crazy busyness at work and the crazy busyness at home and the fact that I can’t seem to stop eating every freaking thing in sight, preferably with mayonnaise, I seem to be on an upsurge of quiet happiness this week. It’s despite the fact that Anders isn’t here. It’s in spite of the rain that invariably makes an appearance every day at some point. It’s not because of the long-desired out-of-print books I ordered the other day. It’s not because I am trying to make an effort to write here more frequently than I’ve been managing. I think...