lucky
The apartment is clean(ish).
The novel is done (just about).
I have a mug of coffee,
and I’m finally, finally wearing a skirt with no tights.
A client at work sent us a gift basket full of oranges.
My friends come tonight.
I’m going to make them this birthday cake, courtesy of Martha.
I can’t get over this song.
Tom went grocery shopping, because he is wonderful.
He even bought broccoli.
He said, “It’s the little things with you,”
and he was right.
I’m off for the weekend.
Be good.