My mind is all over editing these days. It’s all I’m thinking about. Much to the detriment of, well, my life because:
1. I forgot my wallet at home this morning. Now I have to scrounge around in my purse for enough change to take the subway home. Walking all the way is not an option.
2. Said purse is a giant, girl-sized mess containing tea, loose tylenol tablets, a notebook, a hair elastic, another hairband thingy, bubblegum, tea, American money, a map of NYC, actual garbage, TTC transfers, and lip balm.
3. I keep bringing shoes to work and forgetting to take them home. Currently, the collection sits at 7 pairs.
4. We’ve booked our apartment in Paris but need to wire transfer money. How does that even work?
5. It’s been a week of meetings which means I don’t have my normal amount of headphone time. I miss it. No Radio 2, no NPR, no loud pop music.
6. There’s a pile of work magazines on my desk that’s almost a metre tall. I’m exaggerating, but still…
7. It’s beautiful and sunny outside but a bit chilly. Therefore, a crucial button fell off my raincoat. I have cold boobs.
8. Tulips have sprung in my garden at home. Gardening is so not my thing but I sure love the tips of the little green buggers coming out.
9. Consolation is an excellent novel.
10. When will it be warm?
well I can help you with number #4. I rent apartments in Cannes twice a year (usually, when I am not birthing a human) for annual tv trade markets. You can get your bank to do that – your landlord in Paris should be able to give you the transfer info (including their bank info, and SWIFT info – the bank will explain). And then for a small fee they will transfer the $ for you.
Also? I just finished The Outcast and loved it as well. Just so you know.
you said boobs.
Paris! Loved Paris. Want to go back. Am very jealous.
I’m only up to 3 pairs of shoes forgotten at work!
Also, I am jealous of your Paris trip — and I will now read Consolation, since you’ve recommended it twice.
I read Consolation was an excellent novel. O thoroughly enjoyed it.
Boobs is a word my 5 year old son loves to say, he likes to touch as well, so I frequently have to stop his wandering hands. Just a warning if you ever do have any male children. LOL