Worked five hours. Five hours on the bus. At one point on the way home, I found I was leaning back in my seat with my mouth open. I felt like freight. Like a suitcase. I walked in the front door and was offered dinner. I could hardly talk. Doing a suitcase impression is not so great for the personality. Minutes later, really, I found myself laughing about something and then making Bill and Deb laugh. Of course, they had been wonderfully empathetic before that happened.
About Me
- Naomi S
- A few things I know for sure. That revolving doors make me nervous. That, sometimes, it takes courage to do the simplest things. That the moment in a theatre before the stage lights come on is exquisite. That poetry is often "one short step to the good ground (May Swenson)." That I love swimming anywhere but especially in swimming pools.
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