Welcome, 2006!

It’s seemed unusually hard to get this year started. After a lovely ten days in Seattle, I spent a week curled up in bed, only leaving to do the occasional load of laundry or defrost the occasional quart of soup from the freezer. Now, we are back from a weekend upstate, visiting Grandma and bringing bags of outgrown clothes to our little storage shed in Saquoit, bringing bag bags of soon-to-be needed clothes to our littler apartment in Jersey City.

During these weeks, I saw Capote and Dr. Zhivago--both incredibly good, as advertised—and read Natasha Radojcic’s You Don’t Have to Live Here, J. R. Moehringer’s The Tender Bar, and Laila Lalami’s Hope and Other Dangeroous Pursuits. All three were great and I look forward to writing more fully about each this week.

For now, it feels like an achievement simply to announce that I’m back.