Hello again,
After an exhilarating weekend away, I have returned to my fair city and this desk in the back of Lark press. Mondays or Tuesdays are my printing days. The shop would be closed, but I often open it up and ink up Smoky, our big old gray Chandler and Press letterpress. I named this big press Smoky for his color as well as the precarious state of his geriatric motor. He has a smaller neighbor, Red. Red's motor has a tendency to spark when he's in a bad mood and since he has a generally poor disposition, he sparks most of the time.
I should get out of here but I wanted to write something down while there's still time.
I spent the weekend in the lovely city of San Francisco, staying with even lovelier friends who have moved into a beautiful new place. Sometimes I forget how there are people who live in other cities who I dearly love. I remember now. I had the pleasure of attending not only a dinner party but a blueberry pancake breakfast too and cooking Korean tostadas with Matthew Iba. I ate so much good food that I should probably take a break.
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