Katie Schwartz

WARNING: incoming non-sequiturs. Since Lou died, I have this habit of sleeping with everything on my bed. My laptop, in case I wake up with an idea. A small bottle of ginger ale, should I wake up neesh in the middle of the night for any reason. A bottle of 365 (Whore Foods H20, the only affordable product on their shelves), if I don't wake up neesh . A pill crusher, it's a just in case (I can't swallow pills). Tissues for the sneeze fest that commences the moment I arise, without fail. Whatever book(s) I'm reading, and my remote control... for the television. A heavy sweatshirt at the foot of my bed. And finally, my blackberry. What bed would be complete without a crackinberry? Even more strange, if I do wake up in the middle of the night, I wake up with the song "More than a woman" by the Bee-Gees, stuck in my head. Weird, right? It's been a surreal couple of weeks, hence my departure from blogging and such. I'm back now and in good spirits. My broth...

I really love this quote.

It isn't like me to dissapear without explanation for as long as I have.I will be back soon, next week, with lots of dish and such. I want to thank everyone for checking in, for being a friend and for your wonderful birthday wishes, etc. Don't break up with me. Thanks for being such a caring, fabulous, warm community. One I am so lucky to be a part of -- it matters and it means a lot to me, more than you know. Soon we will dish hard and I will be stalking your blogs. I wanted to thank you and assure you that I do have a pulse, quite a good one. XO Me