Thursday, July 10, 2008

Homesickness..., in this case, the result of the infinite ennui of putting up with bureaucracy, tremendously boring training, and the exquisite horror of a family-filled short-term residential hotel. Mr. Muscato and I are pining for home.

This was, by local standards, a very crowded day at the beach last winter...

1 comment:

  1. Darling, where *are* you? I've completely lost track what with all your jet setting about.