My mother gauges a “professional production” by the length of her daughter’s credit.
I love her so, so much for this text.
Tom bought champagne to celebrate the new job— and this and dumplings and small brother randomly stopping by to say hello made it a damn good end to the week.
Cambridge was so nice and quiet this summer… Like a city for functional adults.
Cold brew, Flywheel, Zadie Smith, Lara Bar, running, poached eggs, more coffee— only 1pm and it’s already the best Saturday ever.
I fight pond monsters in the morning (with my eyes closed, apparently).
Hiking in the 909. Those pickles were found inside the drinks case at the frozen yogurt shop.