Currently wearing: black snap-front sweater, tight white shirt, short denim skirt, black boots, a new piercing.
Currently reading: Nickle and Dimed – Barbara Ehrenreich
Currently hearing: Music from our wedding, specifically “True Love” sung by Elton John & Kiki Dee.
Number of times I wept this weekend: 3
Times my weeping was media-provoked: 3

It was a soggy weekend. I sogged finishing Mockingbird; I sogged watching a slightly obscure Muppet Christmas special (The Christmas Toy); I sogged while and after and maybe even before watching part I of Angels in America. And I knew that would happen. I tried to avoid Angels, actually, for that reason. But before I could help it, I was transfixed, watching Prior and Louis and Joe and Harper break my heart. Thank goodness for the furry purr-machine on my couch, or I would have perhaps lapsed into an I’m-too-moved-to-move coma, and remained there until morning. Kokoro demands attention, though, and he kept me grounded in reality during the movie. And just after the credits rolled, when I had begun thinking about maybe considering pulling myself together, my handsome best friend came in the door, flushed from a successful flight home and ready for hugs. Good timing, baby. And he brought me presents! What a sweet one.

So, the sogging stopped and we caught up on one another’s news. D had a truly wonderful visit with his dear college friend – our wedding photographer Bird. I had a …different sort of weekend. Sunday was soggy, but Saturday was insightful? I don’t know what else to call it, really.