let us wallow let us play
Cinderella, not Sleeping Beauty. Stupid fairy movies. Also, it was pointed out to me the other day that the cover of the newish Anna Karenina depicts a pair of knees rather than a butt, which is what I had assumed.
So in a week, give or take, I'm supposed to go back north and resume my existence wandering the streets of Portland. Or I would wander them if it weren't raining all the damn time; as is, I'll just sit at home and ponder the derailment of my life. I remember when I belonged to communities. Those were fun.
