Find a happy place...find a happy place...Is it shallow that my happy place tonight is an Hermés window?
The Q is sick today, and I can't tell you how hard it is for me to see her hurting. She had the swine flu last summer, and she didn't seem nearly as miserable as she looked today. You'd think this kind of thing would be a walk in the park after the recoveries from her various cleft surgeries...and it should be. Nevertheless, it never gets easier to see my daughter in pain.
And so I am seeking a happy place tonight, as she sleeps off her fever.
And that happy place happens to be the Upper EastSide of NY circa January.