Since our bedframe still isn’t here we have been sleeping on our old bed which is now in the loft, a literal garret above the garage that I designed as a storage space but which has become a de facto guest room. Yesterday, I woke early as HA had to leave and I stumbled out of the garret into the cold (56°F, sorry) house and started building a fire. I wanted to start early finishing up an article I’m writing for our local (actual print!) newspaper. Waking up early in a garret and struggling to get a fire going in the, uh, cold and getting down to a writing task caused me to flash back to a half-real, half-stereotype memory of a time when I really was hungry and cold and struggling to write to pay my bills.
Things are much better these days.
—2p