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Malaise, with Rhyme

Yes, still here. Long sigh.

In these sorry times when a Tokyoite can’t get a beef bowl, I have been:

reading news of politics

learning to knit

still reading Katharine Graham’s memoir

making decorating decisions on my dining room – a project that’s gaining momentum like an avalanche–walls, drywall, spackle, paint store, wallpaper, chair rails, lighting, floor refinish, rugs, furniture, color schemes, ad infinitum.

trying not to think about Timberlake & Jackson (but why does the press now term it the Jackson breast-baring incident–excuse me, there was a second party involved–the one doing the clothing ripping, in fact)

waiting for spring.

Prevailing mood: vague malaise, with rhyme.

Following the primaries. Enjoyed this essay.

I too will be sorry to see Dean leave, so I’m glad he’s reconsidered as of now.

Election glossary

Pick your presidential candidate. I had to be a Sharpton gal…