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It only took me 12 hours, but I think I have finally reconciled myself to the realization that today is *not* going to be all about the Complete and Utter History of Eggs.  This is probably just as well.  In fact, there’s a sort of weird relief to it, much in the same way that there was a sort of weird relief to throwing out everything in the kitchen.  I certainly wasn’t thrilled to do it, and I almost cried when I realized that the sourdough starters were dead, but at the same time it was nice to be able to put food into the fridge without fighting with everything else that was in there.  It’s an object lesson in understanding that it’s okay to not have everything at your fingertips.  I spend so much time in this state—at the box factory, in writing, in researching, in everything—that to not be this way is rather like taking a deep breath.

It does, however, make it a bit difficult when one wants to rabbit on at length about how much she wants to bake a sandtorte when she gets home, only to discover that the goddamned recipe is at home. 

...is to post three short posts in quick succession, promise to write something substantial after dinner, and then counter with this:

It’s 9 p.m.!  We’re at the halfway point!  Woohooooooooooo!

Dear friends, please tell me that the second twelve hours will be much smoother than the first, considering that I won’t be changing locales three times.  Please.

But really, dear friends, once I am fed and watered, I am so here for you.

Hello again, dear friends,

As I mentioned before my unceremonious dash across town, which started badly in the form of an MTA employee yelling at me for getting on the subway car the platform announcer had just told us all to board, got progressively better in the form of a serious block party in Spanish Harlem, and ended magnificently as Julie opened the door to her apartment and asked me if I needed something cold to drink, I am at Julie and G’s apartment, where the wireless is behaving itself, the airconditioning is also behaving itself, and where the party outside sounds like it’s going on all night long.  I really am the luckiest girl in the world.

The only drawback to this delightful situation is that I’m going to miss Lloyd terribly tonight.  Then again, it’s not as if I’ll get to sleep next to him.  Still, a girl can hope for a stolen moment here and there.  (Okay, even for me that was weird and creepy.)

I’m back!  And I’m a post short.  (Bugs Bunny voice) Now, don’t go away! (/Bugs Bunny voice)