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Day 3 of feeling sick. I have taken to the bed. I’ve begun drawing a motley crew of characters. I hope I have a fever dream and they all attend.

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James stood there barefoot in the small kitchen, slouched over the sink, washing dishes. Not only his own plates and bowls but whatever dishes were present. Anyone’s dishes. This had to be a good sign. It was cold and bright outside, the morning light shinning through the window fogged by the heat of the hot, soapy dish water. James’ silhouette against the window’s morning light was dramatic and comforting.
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It was Saturday, three weeks after the funeral and Eric and his brother were on the roof, patching up holes and attaching shingles. Down on the street a late model four-door sedan slowed to a stop in front of the row home next door. A real estate agent stepped out of the driver’s seat, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit. He opened the back driver’s side door and out slid a slim, brunette woman, followed by an older gentleman. The couple had arrived to look at Mrs. Clark’s home next door. Eric had been fantasizing about moving into Mrs. Clark’s house ever since she died - not out of morbid fascination but because she had a great outdoor porch while Eric’s family’s was small, screened in and perpetually full of broken appliances and boxes of everything.
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Who, me? Matzoball doing her best to get in my way and then ignore me.
“The newspapers are reporting great, hopeful studies on circumcision in curbing HIV transmissions in Africa. And there is talk of hospitals offering the service at no or low cost, which is all fantastic and very much needed of course. I can’t quite get this next thought out without it coming out as punch line. But every time I read something on this, I can’t help but wonder - what are they going to do with all that foreskin? Can it be used for grafting, for compost?”
I just found about 60 pages of unfinished short stories and novels from college. Is it arrogant to love yourself for writing something? It was only 7 years ago but it feels so long ago that it’s okay to be like “you’re an adorable little weirdo, friend”.
I just heard that the great Nora Ephron has passed away. Nora Ephron wrote my favorite romcoms, and my all time favorite movie You’ve Got Mail. She brought us When Harry Met Sally and I Feel Bad About My Neck, she was a lovely woman who made fantastic entertainment pieces, dare I say art.
Please enjoy this repost of my post from last year regarding my deep abiding love for YGM.
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