yesterday was anne lamott's birthday. there are a very few authors who teach me something beautiful and truthful in the most subtle of ways every time i read them, all the while giving me belly laughs, and she's one of them. read her. in other news, my brilliant husband is building a dining room table for us out of solid pine. you have to understand that i've always had a dream of a big dining room table for lots of dinner guests and board games and homework...they (whoever "they" are) that a dining room is the heart of the home. and now we're getting one - made by daniel's own hands. he's also building a very cool round couch. maybe we'll actually have a real, grown-up house soon... i'm very tired tonight. the emotional wear of the past weeks seems to be resting, but my body is ready for bed. g'night.