In which I’m shamelessly rereading my own book, Ana Martinez Has No Shame, because after all I wrote it for myself, play with watercolors, and conquer my anxiety and go by the new condo I bought (yes, Reader, I made a commitment of sorts!) with my little dog to figure out how to turn on the shower, despair over the state of the pipes, then go for walkies and realize we’ll be living so close to the Menil and a bunch of other stuff I really like. Today was a very good day.
