#62: After the Ball
Teary meals; a holiday film log; an eyeliner fix.
The first week of the year has felt like floating in an egg-shaped sensory deprivation tank—or at least what I imagine that would feel like, having never been in one.
Because Ivan is working from home with me; the Outside World is flitting between blue skies and sleet; work is off to a sluggish start; and we’re flying to New York on Friday, I mentally s…
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