Well, I found an apartment. It’s the downstairs of a neat old house in Newtown. And I love that concept. The house is on a little V of land between State St. (the main st. of Newtown) and Court, a residential street which goes off at an angle. Means that there’s traffic out almost every window, but since it’s Newtown, […]
My Hand is Not Broken
Just thought I’d let you know, my hand is not broken. In a way, that bums me out, ’cause if it were, there would at least be a reasonable guess at a timeline for the stopping of pain. Instead, I’m in that bewildering realm of strained or sprained or bruised or something tendon or muscle or flesh or something…Seriously, I […]