Anatomy of a Dress

Today we moved in another large amount of stuff (only J’s remains) and I perpetuated my love affair with bells-and-whistles cable, which we just signed up for because J likes it and I have never had it, went to the public library where the Junot Diaz book I reserved two weeks ago is still not in, and I booked my plane ticket for Tin House. Because flights to Portland are TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS more expensive than flights to Seattle, I chose the latter city, where I will have a two-day slumber party with Rabbit, then take the train right into Portland for eleven days of twentysomething girl-on-her-own solipsist traipsing around our country’s great Northwest.