Good morning, chickadees.
And thanks for hanging in there with me yesterday.
It feels good to get.it.out and also to know there’s a crowd of people behind you who feel the same way.
Faith in humanity restored.
And that leads us straight into Wednesday.
Which is a day of early morning meetings, dirty kitchens (and making peace with them) and another skipped appointment with the gym.
Tomorrow, YMCA, I promise I’ll show you my face.
Last night, V & JB came over for dinner, wine, hoppy beer sampling, and generally good conversation.
They’ve got a trip to Italy coming right up, and so we discussed things that I insisted they eat, see, and swoon over while they’re there.
Just promise me that you’ll tell me Rome is your favorite even if it’s not, was my irrational plea.
I imagine the way I love Rome is the way I’ll love my first-born child.
I realize this is crazy.
And that’s why I think it’s probably true.
Rome’s probably not going to be my favorite, JB said immediately.
It’s important to have friends who keep you honest, chickens.
I still hope he’s wrong.
And now it’s time to hit the ground running, chickens.
Enjoy that sunshine if you’ve got it.