The sun has finally come out, and despite the fact we were wakened by Dido being sick and that a literary agent said my book was superficial and predictable, life is good.
Except the literary agent thing. Ye Gods, I feel like the woman socked me in the stomach. No matter; 'Alice and Sam' continues.
We are having people over for dinner tonight, which means I have to clean the kitchen floor. Light-gray linoleum; why, oh why?
But the sun is out, and the smallest tomato plant thriving, and surely the peas and the beans will poke out any day now.
June! And our little man turns 5.
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