the nest, grist, est and i choose the love boat
Tuesday, September 15th, 2009the nest
As Tim and I sat in the “nest†drinking coffee recently, as we chewed on the morning grist, he suggested it was time that I write another blog. The nest, by the way, is our overstuffed, well-used, second-hand couch, where we face one another most mornings and evenings, legs outstretched. It is our joint [...]