tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550315839527219940.post7877417009969562221..comments2023-10-11T02:43:45.437-07:00Comments on CASAMURPHY: The Summertime RuesLaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11202742050661813668noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550315839527219940.post-69050546568081314402010-07-09T18:48:42.642-07:002010-07-09T18:48:42.642-07:00I rouse myself from the couch to which after a lon...I rouse myself from the couch to which after a long commute and wearying traffic I crashed, after putting the challah in the oven, and from which I rose, after taking it out, to read this entry.<br /><br />You have a way with wordplay, and matching that to Freire takes a nimble, nifty eye. Yes, cherries gone, berries from up North baked into a cake I've enjoyed all week, and back to the usual smog, dust, and clamor, I too feel the post-vacation letdown, in body and mind. I've been forcing myself on that same treadmill. <br /><br />But the thought of you by my side to get us through the quotidian makes me happier I wound up with you rather than some sorority gal from Stanford (even if she might have made more money than both of us combined!). xxx meJohn L. Murphy / "Fionnchú"https://www.blogger.com/profile/16616876266772470719noreply@blogger.com