I’m procrastinating. In my head lies unwritten poetry, unanswered letters and emails, and a “living with cancer” update.
However, mostly (in between taking pics of my dogs) I am reading. This book, in fact, and it’s one of the best stories I’ve read in awhile.
And I’m waving to you while watching the San Remo music festival and amore cooking, trying to come up with a post about how reading, writing and being read is a luxury…