Gosh. One of those rare days when perfect klaf, perfect ink, and a perfect pen all combine, and words just sort of pour onto the page until bedtime.
Although in this kind of weather (that is to say, HOT HOT HOT GLOBAL WARMING PLZ NO), the flat sheets I write on get nostalgic for the days when they used to be cows, and they try and go cow-shaped in a bid to renew the dear old days.
Come to think of it, good thing that's all they do. I mean, imagine if they mooed.
Oh, yes, and, images you've seen here feature in this slideshow, and also the Women of Reform Judaism calendar is out, featuring me, I can't remember if I've already said that :)
Although in this kind of weather (that is to say, HOT HOT HOT GLOBAL WARMING PLZ NO), the flat sheets I write on get nostalgic for the days when they used to be cows, and they try and go cow-shaped in a bid to renew the dear old days.
Come to think of it, good thing that's all they do. I mean, imagine if they mooed.
Oh, yes, and, images you've seen here feature in this slideshow, and also the Women of Reform Judaism calendar is out, featuring me, I can't remember if I've already said that :)
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