written in transit

My first entry from Spain is not actually about Spain. . . it was written while packing up and in transit (Chicago --> London --> Madrid.)

So, here you go: The requisite overly intense, neurotic beginning-of-an-adventure email.

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And now, a word from our sponsor, fantasy author Robin McKinley.*

"Five years ago I moved to England to marry the writer Peter Dickinson. I was happy in Maine, where I had been living, with my typewriter, one whippet, and several thousand books, in my little lilac-covered cottage on the coast. And then I found myself three thousand miles away, in an another country, living in an enormous, ramshackle house surrounded by flower-beds and covered in wisteria and clematis and ancient climbing roses whose names no one remembered.

lying low

Here I feel like placing a possibly mis-attributed quotes about arrant pedantry. . .

laying low

Have been laying low for the past week in computer land. . . I shall post about various things, including last week's New York trip, shortly.