thieves and wombats
I'm back. At Customs they asked if I had anything to declare and I said "Only my genius!" and ha ha. No, that didn't really happen. Jet lag.
I'll try to post something about Italy soon. In the meantime, Marlowe has a blog, which is good, though I'm upset to discover that life in Iowa is continuing without me. I suspect that not everything in his bio is true.
—My blog is so hot, it sets off fire alarms!
—I like to call my blog "Elana."
—You should hear what it calls you!
