i complimented s and she said it made her day and then when we were deciding what to eat for dinner i mentioned her post about some ridiculous restaurant that was pairing burgers with soup and d perked up at the idea of a burger, so we had five guys, and so she made my day too
to realize, after having ordered five guys delivery a few times since we moved here, that though i have never needed more fries than come in the regular fry when we get it in the restaurant, when you get it delivered, the regular fry is never as many fries as you want, so we should always order the large fry when getting it delivered
that our bathroom has a window that looks out onto the backyard and when i looked out yesterday morning, the yard was covered in snow
leftover gnocchi mixed with leftover roasted broccoli topped with freeze dried parmesan, the interplay of textures
my favorite saturday afternoon, lying in front of the front window catching up on magazines
this gorgeous opening paragraph from
hua hsu writing about moses sumney: "
When we’re young, a love song can seem like a beacon. It translates the mystery of feeling—the erratic moods and palpitations associated with growing up—into the stability of language. Pop music is built on these pithy excavations of fantasy and desire, even as this actual thing called love remains ephemeral. But the love song can just as easily become a kind of provocation, an unworkable template, a list of ways we can’t fit ourselves within a supposedly universal norm."
laying in a beanbag chair with a spike pillow behind my neck and head under a soft fleece blanket
switching back to my old iphone and the relief of that, which i should have done months ago
had a nice conversation with the cashier at the grocery store
no sunday scaries because work is so much better than it used to be
there not being enough hot water for me to shave in the shower but enough warm water for me to get clean
being clean, in clean clothes, in a warm house