There are people who like living alone.
I am not one of these people. I like the messiness of family, roommates, neighbors, children and dogs, popping in and out.
An “Aga Saga”* sort of life.
So, it’s been really nice to have my brother live with me, since January.
But this weekend he is away, and I have taken the opportunity to turn into an ABSOLUTE SLUG
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I think I am Slug No. 3. Which slug are you?
On an unrelated note, I’ve been thinking about changing the name of this mailing - maybe to discomfort soup? Or just newsletter? Comfort soup is starting to chafe.
*“Aga Saga” is a term coined (or at least made known to me) by my friend Kim. In refers to a particular kind of 1980s British novel that takes place over a hundred year span and spends a lot of time around a British version of a Nancy Meyer-esque kitchen, complete with an Aga stove. See The Shell Seekers, by Rosamunde Pilcher. The Shell Seekers was first presented to me by my college boyfriend’s mom for a train trip. I have since given out dozens of copies to friends in need of a cozy time. [should this publication be called A Cozy Time? Or is that basically the same as Comfort soup? GAAAAHHHHH. This is exactly what happens when you have slug brain.]
If you truly want to change title, what about “Slug No. 3”?
Love all of this, Baba’s nickname for me as a kid when we were in California for the summer was Slugette 😂 Also how have I never heard of that book?? Seems right up my alley. 👵🏻