Thursday was Battle of the Books and it was awesome.
Friday I finally had a moment to myself. I spent it drinking tea, reading an entire coffee-table book, and watching The Killing before falling asleep at 10pm. It was the highlight of my week. Possibly the highlight of my month.
Saturday, I tried to go for a 13 mile run and ran 3.5 miles with Roger instead. We do what we can, right, guys? God, marathon training is a thing I need to get on like woah. Anyway, we went to buy smoothie goodies, and saw our first decorative gourd display at the fruit market. It was glorious.
Then I went to a Puppets and Poets workshop, met some awesome people, felt super inspired, and then came home and didn't write the thing I am supposed to write. I got this, guys. I just got it for Tuesday, not Saturday, is all.
Then we partied down at the Africa Center, where they had a special edition concert as part of the Festival-in-Exile.
|I'm sorry, Malick Sidibé|
And after the long evening in heels (how do you do it, Kate?!), I spent Sunday rocking the LNL booth at the Brooklyn Book Festival, which was a total blast. As usual, Roger and I spent too much money picking up gorgeous books around the fair, but I'm so excited to read over them, and to receive my first copy of Lapham's Quarterly - one of my favorite journals around!
And then, as if no time at all had passed, it was Monday morning, and back to the grind. I'm writing this on my lunch break, and let me tell you - I have A LOT to do before I head out of town to Colorado on October 1st.
Wish me luck!