just breezed right through the "progressively lipgrammatic epistolary fable" (go on, look 'em up, if you don't know) ella minnow pea, which addie heartily recommended when we talked over tea in tarrytown last month.

at first the delivery seemed a little too cute for my taste, but it's a pretty smart book that won me over quickly. a fictitious island where language is a national art form and everyone communicates obsessively through letters, no telephones or computers?

uh, shall we?

i know that supposedly the days are getting longer now, but really it doesn't seem that way at all. the hours between arriving home from work and having to get myself to bed in order to start over the next day seem to be minimizing themselves in the most inopportune manner.