Sold My Only Guitar

The photographer that took this is 20 years old, living in Brooklyn. Haven't been doing much of anything really. Been bloated and looking on picture blogs and all that. reading books. made soup for dinner this evening. took a picture of a woodpecker yesterday. Finished reading Fight Club. Ate a crap lot of chocolate at the Sabo residence, patted her dog. Found this. 

Which is Roald Dahl and Ernest Heminway. I'm feeling antisocial but my house is small and full. So.

And Laura you are listening to the Zolas. WE KISSED IN THE SNOOOOOoooOOOOOW. right?

Listening to The Zoolas on CBC, singing about snow. Check out this cabin roof.

There is a moose roast in the oven, and a husky wandering around the room, sniffing hopefully at the oven door. My brother is trying to feed her pistachio nuts. Snow has been falling steadily here all day, and everything is blanketed in a soft white layer. Went X-country skiing yesterday and took an epic tumble into a snowbank, ended up with my feet in the air, totally buried. This town makes me feel odd. A little uncomfortable. I got your letter, Sarah C., and appreciated the anecdote about Tiffany and her feline friends. She is a lucky bunny. I hope that all of you are drinking copious amounts of tea and have time to take the occasional nap.