The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally
January was then, February is now.
That was February 1st when I took those photos, this is now February 2nd, Groundhog Day, and my 65th birthday. 102 more words
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I’m quoting Roz Chast’s bleak advent calendar for this darkest of all months: January 22, “Still January.” It is one of the few months that I want to pass quickly, though it never does.
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Roz Chast in The New Yorker
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