May 15, 2003
Amidst everything else going on, lunar eclipses and such, what really shakes me today, makes everything else irrelevant and insignificant is a simple and personal reality: the lace bodysuit I bought back in, what? '95, now fits again. It was in the days of Fitzpatrick's and mad Irishmen, perhaps '93. That revelation at the end of the day seems to erase everything else from my mind. I wonder what else sits in my closet that I haven't yet discovered, packed away because I couldn't bear to part with it. Will they fit now? Will they fit by end of summer?