It is late. I probably should just shut the computer's face and continue reading a certain nearly destroyed paperback. Having already thoroughly enjoyed The French Lieutenent's Woman, My dear friend, Jean, has passed it on to me. Now it is my turn and I admit there is something really wonderful about reading a tattered mass-market paperback from the seventies or eighties. The pages are crumbly and yellow, the spine broken, and the cover has a picture of Meryl Streep from the movie. The story remains compelling and if you want to have it when I am done, do say so- you won't have to worry about keeping it nice.
Oh, and then I was going to tell you about the postcards I've been making. I've been enclosing them with print orders and tomorrow I'll put them for sale on etsy. This morning I was making fun of my postcards to my roommate, Ethan and then he wanted a pack. nice.
The best part is the back, I am pleased with how it turned out but you can't see that here just yet.
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