My favorite six-month-old in the world took a half hour nap on my chest yesterday afternoon while I drank tea with her mom and another friend.
18 people had dinner in my apartment last night.
This afternoon a vendor at the Italian Market refuse one of my dollar bills, because it had a corner ripped off. I had just gotten it down the street at another merchant.
In the last 24 hours, I have made approximately 2 gallons of chicken soup. Most of it from scratch.
I have just reset all my clocks backwards an hour, including my bedside one, which I always keep exactly six minutes fast.
I’m about to disappear into a short story that’s due Monday evening, so chances are that there will be nothing but silence from me until Tuesday. Please send creative, inspired thoughts my way.
Hmmph, they should not have turned down your money unless half the serial numbers were gone. Whats the deal with pristine money?
It was about a square inch out of one corner. It certainly didn’t render the dollar void, but he absolutely refused to take it. It was very obnoxious.
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