Isn’t it amazing how things can go from crazy-hectic-stressful-panic inducing to super simple in just a blink of an eye? I spent the first half of this week with this constant tight, hyper caffeinated feeling in my chest, and spastic amounts of sleep. I blamed it on the iced coffee from the beautiful La Colombe (which I had no idea included a secret espresso shot), but since that was on Monday, I can’t quite convince myself it was the culprit.
Possible suspects: The pine needle bit in my finger that has been there for a week and half and just won’t come out. Dating. (ding! ding! ding!) Writing a business plan / starting a new business. Planning a bachelorette party. A mysterious 25K uptick in a small part of a large design project. Making time for friends. Accumulating dishes.
Anyway. But here we have Rory. He really likes the sun, and cat sized divots in the comforter. His worst fear is vacuums.
Perspective is for grownups. Also known as other people.