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Sep. 23rd, 2002 02:12 pmI'm home. Actually I've been home for about half an hour, finishing up my book: Prodigal Summer, by Barbara Kingsolver, which made me cry many times as I read it.
I started reading at YYZ this morning, read on the plane, and then had to finish it once I arrived. It was beautiful and stunning and filled with love of all descriptions, and it made me cry.
Now, as much as I'd rather go take a nap or write about games, or both, probably in that order, I've got to go upstairs and paint the bedroom before it's time to fetch Rosa-pie from daycare.
I started reading at YYZ this morning, read on the plane, and then had to finish it once I arrived. It was beautiful and stunning and filled with love of all descriptions, and it made me cry.
Now, as much as I'd rather go take a nap or write about games, or both, probably in that order, I've got to go upstairs and paint the bedroom before it's time to fetch Rosa-pie from daycare.
