I've been accused of having an overactive thyroid (thanks, Gretta!) because I am always on some crazy project--painting stuff, making things, cooking, entertaining, but especially general mischief.
I think the mail system has been neglected severely, so my Furman buds and I have enbarked on a monthly letter exchange, which is a thousand times more fun than you might imagine.
I am home here in Greenville, but my heart lives in Kenya a lot of the time, and every time it rains, it smells like Kenya to me. I miss the pace of that life, the reliance on friends for every little thing, the way people dressed all mismatched, the way "fat" was a compliment, and even the bats that slept on my bedro