A Saturday that feels like a Sunday.

Don’t forget to bake the brownies.

Just when you think you’ve seen it all, then there’s this.

Awfully close to the double yellow line.

Fortunate.

It is warmer than I thought it would be. I had two jackets and gloves but I’m already taking off one layer.

Four Thousand Weeks.

How am I supposed to take notes?

I promise them that this is the last day of leftovers. Note to self: make less sides.

Third time’s a charm?