Friday, February 22, 2008


Dear Husband:

I don't know if you've been following the winter we've been having in this oh so cold and lonely city, but I have taken to puffing exhales of short, measured breath to distract myself from the ice and snow, and I realized earlier today, slightly to my own horror, that this tendency resembles birth breathing, practiced round the county by those too inexperienced to know that they will surely have a cesarean and it is all for naught.

I also realized this evening that the moon has been full for three straight days.

Suffice to say, you really should get here. And no, I am not going to search for you on

That's all.


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