this is an experiment

where they use very large letters…someday I will have to figure out exactly what I’m doing here. And now, to add some bulk…

I’ve been re-reading A Year in Provence, a completely charming and utterly depressing account once you realize that as accessable as Peter Mayle makes it sound, you know that you will never find yourself living in an old stone farmhouse in the countryside of Southern France, no matter how much you might dream about it. Also, they seem to drink so much alcohol there, I’m afraid as a non-drinker, I would immediately be branded as a freak and studiously avoided. So that, and the fact that Ben and I have yet to achieve the status of independently wealthy are just two of the roadblocks that have come to my mind during the past few gray days here in New York.