Excerpt from the letter I sent to my sister upon her return to ‘Yorp:
Kate,
The Celtics won in Detroit tonight, which makes it even worse that I controlled the television and then psychotically defended it the other night when they lost at home. I just realized that your flight is longer than the entire time I have been hosting. A lot of coworkers complimented me on my outfit, and their general comments added weight to your thesis that I am wearing the wrong size clothes for the weight I’ve lost. That may or may not be true, but I do know now that I can be a smaller lure skimming the surface of reality… Everything on my Life List that had been overwhelming me for the last month only took fifteen minutes to do but I had to do it to it. In the grand scheme of things, fifteen minutes is not that long. Go Celtics!
fromage,
A
3rdarm, if fromage is a type of cheese, I urge you to stop promoting it, here and elsewhere. We all know that cheese is not even for baby cows. Cheese is neither here nor there, but in the aged in-between.
Art, I just celebrated my emergence from the rock of law school by reading about a million 3rdarm posts back-to-back. Whoa. Whoa. Glad to see you’re snugged into your new spot and exploring the neighborhood. Would love to get together soon — maybe to watch a Celtics game? Let me know how things look for you…