In its so far fledgling entirety, this blog has been written for I think, the sum total of five people.
Me Of course… I mean really, when one is in battle with an ego of such fragility and immensity it behooves one to self reflect and inflate, occasionally.
The Good Lady Doctor C'est fini.
The Sprite A fleeting and absurd tryst of bawdry missives, frippery and charlatans.
The Super Fruit Ha! The mere act of typing those 15 characters makes me chortle and break into an unaffected lopsided grin. My utterly hopeless attempt at teaching via this blog also gives me reason to laugh and smile.
Ms is pictured above. Ms is reading an ebook, hair in a ferociously tight bun, sheepskin boots over jeans, lying in the most direct sunlight to be found in the house on an unmade bed, atop a pile of pillows.
This particular scene says a lot about Ms. She lives to be warm, loves to read, is relaxed and sublime company.
Ms is also impossible to write about, to gush about, to wax about, to … every keystroke is a challenge. She is an innate, visceral, fait accompli. She is a beauty won in summer, and prized in winter.
Ms may be difficult to pen a post for, but she is particularly easy to pine for and miss.