Smoothie time.

I start to iron the dress and then decide that it’s going to be a work-from-home-wear-your-jeans kind of day.

Fried chicken sandwich and truffle fries and some blanc de blancs plus a conveyor belt full of hugs I am more than happy to give. I mean it when I say I miss them all.

Time for daydreams.

I still need to fix my face.

The score doesn’t matter, but it also kind of does.

It’s these car rides that so much good happens.

This might actually be good for both of us.

I need a friend like them.

"If we opened people up, we’d find landscapes."- Agnes Varda