Writing at the Espresso Post while I wait for Shelly.
All but the light hoodie were donated to Value Village.
Too many big/long projects, I had to do something I could finish quickly. Therefore, meet Marigold.
Smoot all snuggled on my lap. Or at least until Max comes along.
Steaming up the Green Room with a blood orange saison. Some errors were made; we’ll see how it tastes.
I love this mug and it’s subtle reminder.
…get my ass back on a motorcycle. I’ve never been comfortable on the BMW, a feeling not improved by dropping it a few times. Another cruiser style bike is calling my name; stay tuned…
I have a habit of not using lovely things, of saving them for some special occasion, of hoarding them because once I use them, well they’re gone. Fuck that shit. I will use the bath salts with the pretty dried flowers, I will write in the notebooks with the silky smooth paper, I will drink the handmade liqueur that tastes of long ago summers. And I will enjoy the hell out of them #bubblebathmusings
Max and I have spent much of the first day of 2020 on the couch doing sfa..
I know exactly what I’m looking for when I do Internet image searches. I rarely find it.