I talked to a cute boy at West Village Coffeeshop this afternoon who appeared to be neither married nor in his 50s. And who had written me a note last week.
I feel like I'm about 12, and that makes it hard to stay focused on the last revision of the Victorian project, or the course prep I have to do before The Poet gets out of class.
Things are pretty good all around, though.
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