Jim took these back in November. Our new-ish neighborhood, our les chats. Remember November? That was a good month. Since then we've been working so much, we see each other in passing, side stepping the explosion of used clothes (aka dirty laundry), scraping the take-out containers for something similar, but not limited to, dinner, sometimes I wake up at 5am just to say goodbye or stay up til 1am just to say hello. Life gets back to normal by Christmas, that's the hope.
Otherwise and in other news, I took a backwards tumble, not breaking my elbow Saturday night but merely using it as a shortstop, breaking my fall down four metal steps onto a sidewalk. I was buzzing my friend's buzzer and some girl in a rush came whamming out the door with such force it sent me ass over teakettle onto what later became, a goose egg of an elbow. All the friends at the party took good care of me, with bags of ice, good advice and a Swiss concoctive cream made from mussels (might have been "muscles" but I had had enough cucumber juice-mint-St. Germaine-Prosecco cocktails not to hear English well enough to care what it's made from-see what I mean by "help"?).
Anyway-had to sit out my favorite sale of the year Sunday while finding out it is just very badly bruised and very very sore. Ice ice ice the elbow. Heat and buzzy things to the neck. Sorry if you came to the sale Sunday and I wasn't there.
Note to Girl who came out forcefully through the door and lesson for the month: if you're reading this, SLOW DOWN in December. Someone might get hurt.