Today, in order to reward myself for successfully suppressing the urge to vomit in terror during my CT scan (crammed face down in a noisy tube with your chin strapped to what looks more than a little like a mounting plate for game = fun), I thought I'd allow myself the luxury of a Satsuma orange tempting me in the Reasor's produce aisle. I then made myself wait to eat said treat until I had packed most of the bathroom and kitchen.
So here I sit, typing away, staring at an empty Satsuma orange peel. It tasted like------NOTHING! No flavor. No delicious SweeTart juice bursting from tender, crimson fruit. No dizzy Body Shop lotion flashbacks, no tropical goodness transporting me to a hammock in Eleuthera, no sinfully expensive juice living up to its every penny.
And that's when I realized.
I was thinking of blood oranges.
Dammit.
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Hey darlin', I can't seem to get any emails through any of your email addresses at present. Any idea why or how to go ahead and do that?
Anyway, I'll be flying into Tulsa the 27th of December-ish. Will let you know concrete details as soon as I can. I'm in Egypt again with the same dude from two years ago -- awesome to see how we've both grown since then and to see how our friendship has deepened, too. All is well. And the dude was spot-on -- first drafts in longhand are definitely the way to go. The soulless blinking eye of MicroSoft Word was giving me mean writer's block.
And Congrats on the new house!
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