I've done some work this morning - oh, I am pregnant now, the memoir is gestating, growing, I'm poking and polishing and ripping apart, the most fun work of all. So satisfying, I feel it right in my gut, the growth of this artefact that's from me and of me and will one day have a life of its own.
Time now for a walk; I'll go to the Necropolis and commune with the dead, and to the Farm to celebrate the living and smelly. There is so much wrong out there, but I don't want to think about it today. Today, this one little corner, so far ... omigod, I'd better shut up, if I talk too much, it'll all go wrong. So I'm saying this in a whisper, a tiny little voice - today, in this minuscule corner of the planet, we appreciate family and friends, food, gathering, peace. We are all grateful.
And ... I'd like to apologize to Nancy Shevell, now Dame McCartney, or whatever the wife of a Sir becomes. I was snide yesterday, Nancy. Yes, perhaps a tiny bit jealous that you've grabbed the most eligible bachelor on the face of the earth, aging rocker though he is. You have a lovely demeanour and have made the man extremely happy. He deserves happiness, he has given so much to the world. I thank you, and on this beautiful Thankgiving day, I wish you nothing but joy.
Though I still think that diamond is just a little bit too big.
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