In front of the Arboretum
I can still feel the sunshine from the sweet but hurried walk through Balboa Park. The tables full of handsome folk at breakfast. The exact moment when I got all misty eyed at the wedding. The glass of bubbly that warmed my head.
The trip home and connecting flights ate up a day. I wondered if the seats got smaller or my ass got bigger.
Going through photos like the one above, and piecing together words.
Work, busy productive… good. We printed up a new shirt last week, I’ll post about it tomorrow.
Speaking of weekends, I was totally going to get on top of things and play catch-up on the days that keep slipping by (insert broken record). But see, I borrowed the first season of Lost from my friends a while ago, and we finally broke down and started to watch it on Friday.
It is destroying all freetime.