Answer truly, if only for a moment and to yourself: how are you in the home of your body? I have had such delightful weeks since I last wrote to you. Weeks littered with joy. And because I cannot pick all the confetti joy leaves behind, I have lived days untidy with delight. Which is not to say at this height, I have not had things that have caused me amused laughter. For instance, in a way that I still find strange, I managed to injure both my hands and later on wake up with a sprained neck. How manage? I have no idea. The good news is my left-hand hurts more than my right so I can still write, often with a single hand dancing over the keyboard in cases where my left hand is strained. All the while with my neck slightly tilted to the left. My schedule also amuses me, with its increasing regimentation as I take on more experiments and duties. For some reason—possibly out of delight—I have said so many
On and on and on and Valentines’
On and on and on and Valentines’
On and on and on and Valentines’
Answer truly, if only for a moment and to yourself: how are you in the home of your body? I have had such delightful weeks since I last wrote to you. Weeks littered with joy. And because I cannot pick all the confetti joy leaves behind, I have lived days untidy with delight. Which is not to say at this height, I have not had things that have caused me amused laughter. For instance, in a way that I still find strange, I managed to injure both my hands and later on wake up with a sprained neck. How manage? I have no idea. The good news is my left-hand hurts more than my right so I can still write, often with a single hand dancing over the keyboard in cases where my left hand is strained. All the while with my neck slightly tilted to the left. My schedule also amuses me, with its increasing regimentation as I take on more experiments and duties. For some reason—possibly out of delight—I have said so many