Day: July 8, 2019

June 29–30, 2019 Saturday 29 The shuttle picked me up fifteen minutes early and for some reason, there was no traffic between here and San Francisco, so I accidentally got to the airport four bloody hours early, instead of my planned three. Molly appeared about an hour later, so time passed more quickly after that. Eventually we boarded. We were sardined into Icelandair’s wee seats for the eight-hour, forty-minute flight. There were few food options […]

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Isn’t that a cool word, prolegomenon? Do you know what it means? I sure had to look it up. Just in case you didn’t get your PhD in literature, it’s a “critical or discursive introduction to a book,” according to my computer’s dictionary. (Then I had to look up discursive.) This is neither a book nor will it be any more critical than I usually am. I’m taking creative license with the word. Anyhow, Molly […]

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