moving on

Today a worker came to do paperwork with us for some free weatherization on the apartment. He was nice. However, I would always prefer advanced notice of visits.

I got a zine in the mail so cute it hurts--Christoph Meyers' kid Herbie's zine Mean Zine Submarine. It's first-rate reading.

I also got a postcard from my friend's dad, who I guess is my friend now. He lives in Idaho, and we're conversing through postcards.

We finally finished The Years by Virginia Woolf. That last scene has got to be one of the longest scenes in literatrue. When the sun came up and I realized they had partied all night, its length made more sense to me.