I don’t have much to say tonight.
Sometimes there truly aren’t words.
Prince died.
I laughed so hard about tuna melts that I couldn’t breathe.
House renovations take longer than I ever imagined.
I really want an egg…a fried one…I wish it would cook itself.
I believe in magic.
I believe in love.
I have a long list of things to do tomorrow.
And I’m going to bed.
In love and liminality,
Annie Rose
Just when I think you’ve written my favorite post, you write another one and another. I love this post. The sumplicity. The honesty. The detail. The way I fell so often but I cop out and don’t even write a word. You have proven that sleeplessness while important can’t really win if one is willing to sit down and write even three words. You are my hero!
You are so kind and lovely and generous. You’re also a writer! Let’s have it, sister! 🙂