That’s how it goes

I have had minimal contact with the outer physical world the past two days. That usually means my apartment’s a mess, my dog feels cooped up, and my dinners are sad. And everything’s fine!

grateful for my loud dishwasher, my work team, not drinking, gel nails, ft, work from home, smoked salmon + avocado, Lancôme, my neighborhood, and all the people who check in on me.

12:36 am.