I'm writing this on my mini-iPad for the first time - not my favorite way but I can't bring my iMac
on top of me laying on my bed looking at my pretty gothic wrought iron chandelier against the amber glow.
Sometimes I think that Emily Dickinson was beating around the bush. That kind of seems obvious - though who did she think she was fooling? Or was there a common agreement to just play along because everyone was hiding something.
I just got sucked into a shampoo commercial because they flashed a Dalmatian puppy for a fraction of a second. Brilliant!
