I’m pleased with what the past week has rendered. Sunshine, physical fitness, pleasant meals, enriching conversations, new books, new and odd opportunities, comfort that is rarely felt. Plans, new knowledge, novelties within antiquities. Sitting on the most comfortable of couches with one of my best friends explaining how everything is going up in flames, and how we both found it interesting. Beautiful photos from Noma and el Bulli, a new percolator, apricots. It’s all been nice. I’m ok with being ok.
And Vonnegut is still rocking my world.
+ another and, I might feel less lonely than usual. Well, shit.