The Busy Life

I'm meaning to write more. I really am. The last two days I visioned sitting at the desk, hot tea in hand, legs folded on a black chair covered in dog hair, while I wrote about how I feel, how I act, how I dream, what I want in life.

But tonight, I'm sitting in a torn booth at our favorite bar, pink tennis shoes on, hair in a pony tail, eating perfectly fried chips with green salsa, sharing a pitcher of beer with K.

The bikers are going to have a surprise birthday party tonight. Tomorrow, we're going to a friends lake house, and Sunday is the bloom party.


I've been meaning to write more. But life is too busy to leave for a bit. So a quick update in a bar on the blogger app will have to do for now. I won't make promises of when I'll check in next. It's the cusp of Summer and it's just too good to quit right now.

Happy Summer.