I was in a frumpy mood the other day, and I went book shopping. I don't believe it was a cause-and-effect occurrence, but the two things happened together. anyway. I'm not sure that book shopping has ever helped me in my frumpy moods, because I walked out of there with a Jean Cocteau and a Simone DeBeauvoir. not exactly the Erma Bombecks of French literature, I suppose. but there you are.
I'm sure I had something far more interesting to tell you. but it eludes me at the moment.
