…from France, and from new-apartment craziness, et cetera. I am now sort of settled in Florence (not the Italian one. The one next to Easthampton) in a funky place with a huge, great kitchen and two fabulous roommates (although I’m not sure where Adam is; I haven’t seen him in days) and a currently impaired bathroom. It’s getting redone, which is wonderful.
And so is Spring, which has finally arrived.