Like the Haley’s Comet of all Naps, holidays at Love, Rose seem 75 years apart. But it’s happening: I have a date with the beach, energetic recuperation, The Lives of Girls and Women waiting to be read, and sleep to catch up on. Things have felt edgy lately, brilliant and bright, full of promise, but without the readiness to take it all in, I’ve experienced delayed absorption. Disorientation, lack of focus. Here’s to coming back refreshed to dialogue, create, write, and nest. Visual postcards forthcoming!
