I’m still in recovery mode from Spiel/Parents’ 50th/Marakech/etc. So, sorry about the lack of updates. Jetlag hit this time worse than it has for a while, so I’m all kind of out of sorts. Being away from home for almost three weeks was a bit tougher than I’d anticipated, especially with so much going on. […]
I’m only saying this. I was in the main square in Marrakech the other night – the one where the smoke from the grill stands wafts into the night air in fantastic otherworldly clouds of salivation-inducing incorpality; where snake charmers and fortune tellers and monkey handlers compete wildly to come up with ever-more elaborate ways […]
Sorry. Lots of things to talk about. Soon. Essen. Amazing mind-fuck of a show. Exhausted. jet-lagged. Brlliant. Huge lines. Wow. Hand hurt. Big announcement to make. Again, soon. Need to work up inner strength to say what needs to be said. Plus news on kittens. ALL have found good homes. Joyous. Heartbreaking. Miss ’em. BUT… […]
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