{"id":73597,"date":"2013-12-03T17:46:07","date_gmt":"2013-12-03T22:46:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=73597"},"modified":"2014-03-13T08:19:58","modified_gmt":"2014-03-13T12:19:58","slug":"930-a-m","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=73597","title":{"rendered":"9:30 a.m."},"content":{"rendered":"

It was cold and silvery, the sunlight having not burned off the fog. Everything had a shimmer to it, the city looked like a mirage. I happened to have my camera (my good camera, not my phone) in the car. I was taking a run along Boulevard East and had to stop and take some pics, including one of my gorgeous dead boyfriend. I love visiting him. Today is good. Some semi-bad news, some really good news. Managing it. Exercise is one of the keys and I’ve been really getting into it. And shrinking in size, which is freakin’ great! I have a long way to go, but I’m on the road back to being the muscly little bitch I was in Chicago, running 10 miles a day. It feels good. Lots of writing and meetings and screenings over the next couple of days. I wanted to start off the marathon right, and the morning was just so beautiful. I’m pretty psyched how these came out.<\/p>\n

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\nI mean, for real? It looks like an urban Narnia entryway. Mr. Tumnus will make his appearance shortly.<\/i><\/p>\n

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\nIt’s rare you read a book that so changes how you look at the place that you actually live. Mark Helprin’s “Winter’s Tale” was one of those books and it was all I thought of this morning as I looked at that city through that haze of mist. Magic.<\/i><\/p>\n

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\nHi, honey! How are you?<\/i><\/p>\n

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\nOur new-ish nearly-finished skyline. I’m not used to it yet. I still find myself starting sometimes, startled, when I get a glimpse of downtown from far away. But I’m glad it’s fucking taller, I will say that.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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