ick .total headache and my glasses just gave up and lost an arm in my hand. no bother looking for the tiny screw, it's probably on the Delta 747 or mixed in a funky shake of tobacco and oat hay, in the bottom of my bag. one arms round one left ear later. Hey, they still work, if I hold my head this way.

Moira caught my inquisitive look, the one I cast before saying something I'm really thinking about. Then she laughed at herself when she caught herself stopping to really listen.
you have this pause and frown, it's hilarious and wonderful, I love that. la la la we talked on and on, tight-lipped sentences lifted. (Have I been in Siberia? my heart breaks with every kind word, how true.)