I confess that I am filled with an almost insurmountable inertia when I think about writing here (or perhaps anywhere, as those who have engaged in the patience-building task of writing are well aware). I promised Carleen that I would do better with my correspondence this year, and promises made to the expecting mother at a baby shower are extra sacred. By at least 42 percent. If not more.
I am back from Florida, by the by, though I am sure no one thought that I was still there, shucking this life of mine with all its modicum of grandeur to live as a beach bum amongst the splendor of the old Jewish ladies in West Palm Beach. Chelle and I had a splendid time, with much rambling and singing and sleeping in and general pleasantness of being. Travel buddies we remain. Scott and Sarah continue to fall into the not insubstantial but hardly indiscriminate category of favorite people in the world.
I think that's really all for now. Later I will regale you with tales of my decisions about grad school, life, and the monastic existence, but at present you are victim to my unfettered caprice. And my caprice is sleepy.
Oh. Hugh Laurie won the Golden Globe for House. This pleases me on some level, though I did not bother to actually watch. Amber said his acceptance speech convinced her that he and I were twins separated at birth. I can live with that comparison.
fin.
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I am super gratified that you wrote...even though you didn't feel like it. I am sure much character building ensued.
Glad that your time in Florida was fun. The beach sounds nice.
I noticed that House won too...and I've seen some epidodes now, so I have some questions for you about this "twin seperated at birth" business....
so do you have a handle? oxfordbound is rather long. ob has a rather gynecological ring. obi might work...do you like Star Wars?
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