the second coming

 

Is there any better time to resurrect an old blog than when you are in bed at 9:30 at night, awake in every corner of mind and body, awake in the way that you spent all day wishing you could be, but are firmly snared in a cuddling position that leaves you just enough mobility to wiggle fingers and forearm, and shows no signs of loosening?


If there is, I obviously had not found it in the many months between my last post and this one.