It already had signs of wear - underlines from other readers, some foxing, and a deteriorating binding. It had one page spread that had a drip stain, but it was still a readable copy. The coffee had seeped into the inner covers of the front and back were stained, as well as the outside of the pages. I dabbed it with the tissues by my bed then ran for a towel and dried it. It was published in 1988 and is now out of print. I love this book and I’ve checked it out many times from the Memphis library over the past 15 years. I dropped the coffee, it spilled on the bed and dripped down on my library copy of Unexpected Journeys: The Art and Life of Remedios Varo by Janet Kaplan. An unreasonable and abundant pile that both challenges and comforts me. Scattered all around the bed and side table are books I’m currently reading. After a visit to the bathroom, I get back in the bed, drink my coffee and write in my morning book. I have a wonderful one cup coffee maker that I have by the bed. Last month, I dropped a cup of coffee I was drinking in bed. I’m working on my upper body strength, but it hasn’t seemed to help with my hand strength. I was never a particularly graceful person, my head is always in the clouds, but lately I can’t seem to hang onto things as easily as I once did.
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