Shit. Days (weeks?) go by when I can’t engage, but you’re always on my mind, you beautiful diamonds.

My house is a wasteland of clean laundry piled everywhere & dirty dog messes negating swept floors every day. God~damn 4 legged hooligans. Worklife in overdrive & personal life lived on a whim where it fits in. Generally happy.

Hoo boy, I want a pizza or a sandwich on Brooklyn bread.

You? What you doin’? :)