I am at a writers’ retreat in a small town in Delaware. Since arriving here on Friday evening, I have done nothing but eat ice cream and, presumably, get fat. I say “presumably” because my hosts, a lesbian couple in their sixties, have no scale in their house, so I have no way of knowing. Luckily, the ice cream is good enough that I don’t mind.
But I suspect most of upper Manhattan will be able to hear my screams of despair once I step on my own scale when I return tomorrow night.
And thank you to everybody who has been sponsoring me in the blogathon. Keep it coming. I have a lot of free sex to deliver, but I have faith that I’ll be up to the challenge.