In Queens, listening to this El rumble by outside.
I’m thankful for the ride my husband gave me to the airport early, early. I’m thankful to be here and for uneventful flights and the cab that got me here. (Even though the train is half a block away, it isn’t running on weekends.)
I’m thankful for time to spend with my friend Laurie.
I’m thankful my new shoes aren’t killing my feet.
I’m thankful for my chance to read at Cornelia Street tonight.
And I’m blogging with my phone, so we’ll see whether any of this works.
This is the window where I’m staying.
Open the door. Open my heart.