January 18, 2017
It's midday and I'm invertebrate on E's sofa. She's sprawled so completely next to me that she appears to have sprouted extra limbs to drape over the back cushions. A bowl of popcorn, to which she's added special salt from The Meadows, a store in the West Village near her apartment, is between us. The black and white images on the TV screen are making us wish it were 1947, the year of the movie we're watching. That we both have the means, ability, and desire to do this midday during the week leaves us positively giddy and incredibly grateful.