Obsessing over this new weather. I am wearing a sweatshirt and pants. Jude is wearing a hoodie. We had soup for dinner. Hot coffee has never tasted better nor have chilling mornings been snugglier. My slightly chilly feet approve this message.
Working on staying busy, making phone calls, poppin' and/or lockin', practicing my slapshot.
Thinking about how advice columns can be so addictive, vacuuming, washing my face, lemon cookies, good dreams.
Anticipating fuckin' taco party Thursday, A-MENS.
Listening to Temple of the Dog. Why? I don't know, but I can't stop. Bring on the flannel shirts.
Drinking twice brewed coffee. Bleh.
Wishing well, wouldn't you like to know.
Little question game via Chelsey.