it's my birthday--i'm officially twenty-nine

i slept ridiculously well.

i woke up and turned on npr as i do every day, and magically, terry gross is doing a complete program dedicated to emily dickinson on her fresh air series. i think how wonderful emily's lifelong predominate solitude sounds to me at this point in my life. i could def be hermetic. yep.

today is frida kahlo's birthday too. beautiful beautiful frida whom i love.

im gonna write and hang out with ms cheenie today.

then peacock is coming. whoop.

more later.