Dear Peter, No, my hands aren’t broken, but I do have a splendidly infected finger that’s making it hard to post right now, and a tee-niny attention span that’s made it hard to post for the last four months. Here are some things I’ve discovered in the downtime that I wanted to share with you: I only saw about fifteen minutes of this, and I’m pretty sure it’s awful, just a trainwreck, but it’s a trainwreck of pretty people trying to prove they’re not -- are we allowed to say "reto"? -- so, you know, just try to pull me away. If I were a better person, this wouldn’t immediately follow the above recommendation. It is so head and shoulders above all this crassness, it deserves its own post, its own site, its own national holiday. The author is indeed a better person, a most smartest model to us all, and she’s written a lovely and perfect book that everyone should read.
In Here if You Need Me there’s a nice comparison of the conception of heaven in different religions. Reese’s Whipps is mine. This is without question the most delicious candy bar I’ve ever had in my life, and if I can enjoy it in my hereafter I’d be lucky indeed. You're welcome! Jenny
Here if You Need Me
