- sleeping in until noon after seeing the dawn break through the blinds
- breakfast of eggs fried in toast and fresh blackberries in a clean kitchen
- a leisurely shower
- tangled limbs in fresh sheets
- spoiling oneself from the proceeds of the first acting gig one has ever gotten paid for
- hanging framed pictures
- the mountains turning red from the sunset, watched from an open-air balcony
- mushrooms and red peppers sauteed in white wine
- drinking the crispness of the white wine
- a small child cavorting in his white tshirt, which she is using for a nightgown
- playing records with a friend through turntable.fm
- "mommy, can you make me land gracefully on the lake?" by which she means the couch, flapping her hands as she flies
- and later singing along quite seriously to the music played on turntable.fm
- papers graded slowly and steadily, with no expectation of anything but industriousness
- plum dahlias given just because
10.09.2011
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