Of one. Things are getting a bit solitary around here. I broke up with both Blue Apron and Match.com this week. Had I not missed the deadline, OKCupid would have bitten the dust as well…
Yeah. This extrovert is transitioning to introvert. Just in time for winter.
Not such a bad thing, really. There is something inherently solid about going it alone. And I am, well, ready.
After a stint in the studio this afternoon, I took Kumo to the beach. Little boy was in heaven–literally running circles around me. And, when we got back home, I shared my rotisserie chicken. Pretty sure it was one of his best days ever.
I also cracked a bottle of white wine that I’d ordered from Italy last year. Made the executive decision to drink that whole bloody bottle. Good to the last drop.
Because this was a party, I ate FOUR snickers bars. Alright. I am taking some liberties here. They were miniatures. And yet…it was an indulgence.
I then watched the conclusion of season one of Away on Netflix. Satisfied my astronaut fixation. Without any hyperbole, I really do relate to those who go where no one else has gone. My trips are not to Mars (although I would go in a heartbeat) but rather to a decidedly less scenic but ever so important destination, tomorrow. And unlike an actual astronaut, I have the satisfaction of knowing that so very many others will eventually share my journey. That like me, they will see tomorrow. And the next day.
Not so glamorous (No NASA photo ops or swag) but hey, it still means the world. Right here, beneath our feet. Terra firma.