How exactly DOES one type with a cat sprawled over the left wrist? If I moved my arm, she’d be hanging head-down off my left leg, which appears to be terribly uncomfortable….
Author: allisonstein
Random fortune cookie messages, unknown vintage, excavated from the bottom of my purse: 1. “Our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.” 2. “A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.” 3. “Avert misunderstanding by calm, poise, and balance.” My “learn Chinese” words on the back: Telephone, August, Bean Sprout. “34” is listed as a lucky number on two of the three fortunes.
I stopped by a resale shop to see about consigning some of my now-too-big clothes, and walked out with a garnet wool Ann Taylor suit to wear to my next job interview. It was a bargain, and it fits like it was made for me! I’ve lost so much weight in the past few months that my old interview suit just won’t hold itself up without pins. Woo-hoo!
Sure, I’ve got a hard candy shell, but I’m not sure if my center is made of caramel, marshmallow, or dark chocolate. Hmmm….
Deep Breath. Yesterday I took the day to get a clean perspective on things, literally and figuratively. I cleaned the main part of the house, though my studio and bedroom are still in chaos. I sat on the porch, getting my head on straight and enjoying what appears to have been the last day of warm weather this season. Made a few calls. Took a few calls. Mended rickety bridges with friends. Reassured family that…