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I am in Somerville, ensconced in a nest of blankets in the house of redheadedmuse. Today I will venture out of this abode, and hopefully cross state lines in the direction of NYC (but will be back here for the fondue party!).

My body is singing (more like croaking) its weltschmertz after the transatlantic flight with two bags, a baby car seat, and a toddler who kicked the shit out of me any time I picked him up, and plopped himself prostrate on the airport floor like a belligerent sea star any time I gave in to his entreats of "walk! walk!" and put him down.

I finished Special Topics in Calamity Physics and I am amending my assessment of it to: it's a cross between "Secret History," "The Basic Eight" and "Foucault's Pendulum." On the bus to NYC I am bringing "Woman on the Edge of Time" which I ordered from the used Amazon section because all of a sudden I felt compelled to reread it (the last time I read it must have been in college).

And now, hopefully, to find some coffee...