When I was living in Albuquerque and waiting tables, the hostesses noticed that I always wore fun earrings, and they all got me jingle bell and ornament pairs. It's about time to start wearing them again. No snow in Chicago, just cloudless blue skies and bare trees, like totems along the expressway. Every time I'm back here they're "making improvements" on a different leg of the road, and I have to pay attention to where to exit, where to pay the toll.
Last night, my cousins and I made a movie about a monster. I was the monster.