Yesterday was my day off. I slept forever and ventured out to enjoy our 59 degree weather in January. I slumbered at The Thinking Cup on the Commons for about 2 hours and dove into The Zahir, an amazing book about a writer, Paris, and love. I met W at work (it got colder at this point and my “dancer” flats weren’t doing the trick). We cozied into Max & Dylan’s, where I enjoy a raspberry mojito, W a Vesper, and a plate of fried goat cheese. Could life be better?
