sun {don’t be deceived, it’s still very much winter out there}
open bay windows
coffee from my french press
rubber soul while making said coffee
a big mug from two cats in maine
rereading jitterbug perfume by tom robbins
not to go on too much of a rant, but basically this book is wonderful. here’s the back of the book to tantalize you, but seriously, go buy it now.
“jitterbug perfume
is an epic.
which is to say, it begins in the forests of ancient bohemia and doesn’t conclude until nine o’clock tonight (paris time).
it is a saga as well. a saga must have a hero, and the hero of this one is a janitor with a missing bottle.
the bottle is blue, very, very old, and embossed with the image of a goat –horned god.
if the liquid in the bottle actually is the secret essence of the universe, as some folks seem to think, it had better be discovered soon because it is leaking and there is only a drop or two left.”
is an epic.
which is to say, it begins in the forests of ancient bohemia and doesn’t conclude until nine o’clock tonight (paris time).
it is a saga as well. a saga must have a hero, and the hero of this one is a janitor with a missing bottle.
the bottle is blue, very, very old, and embossed with the image of a goat –horned god.
if the liquid in the bottle actually is the secret essence of the universe, as some folks seem to think, it had better be discovered soon because it is leaking and there is only a drop or two left.”
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