Feliz Navidad: And Don’t Forget The Prozac
It’s almost 10 and a little drizzly here in Los Angeles. My coffee is hot and my son sits shivering in front of the new Playstation we gave them for Chanukkah. My daughter and my husband sleep late and in a few moments I’ll wake them and ask them to get out of bed. I wont’ necessarily have something for them to do, but they should be upright with eyes open.
They city is absurdly quiet and I remember just how much I hated living in rural Colorado all those years ago.