Today, as I pull out my hair and gnash my teeth trying to get through some mind-scrunching edits on my book when I really should be in the kitchen baking two pies for tomorrow and definitely shouldn’t be blogging at all, I offer you only a modest gift. But isn’t it a lovely one?
“Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.” – Arthur Miller
The question is, which will be the right regret? The unfinished essay or the unbaked pie? Guess I’ll find out tomorrow.
Happy Turkey Day!
